20 January 2007
my heart's wrenching, how about yours?
i'm really disappointed with my mom till a point that i'm angry with her, i don't feel like talking to her anymore. and i'm not. i'm really upset. i just can't understand why she doesn't spare a thought for me or put herself in my shoes like she does to others. i just can't understand what's so illogical, and why do they not sympathize with me at all.
imagine being twenty without a space. by the way, a bed is not a space.
i just can't explain, its been within for years and years. sometimes i wish i never had to grow up so every thing could go my way. sometimes, i wish i am old enough to fend for myself and have my own roof. i hate growing up. especially when your parents think that you are independent enough but they never realise sometimes all you really need is still their care and concern. and you wish they were there all the time to listen to you, be supportive of everything, understand all that's going through but never expecting any in return. still treating you like they were their newborn.
i miss being a 5 year old, when they ask you how was your day every night.
i'm selfish but i'm still a kid.
