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Good day, Bad night.
Thursday, August 7, 200810:44 PM
*sigh*
I don't know what to say anymore.
I mean, the day was alright, super enjoyable and all.
But come home, *baa*.
Why must this happen?!

Really lah sey.
I certainly will say, "I don't give a damn anymore!".
But it's like lying to myself.
In my heart, I do care about this situation.
Because it impacts me deeply.

Why can't you guys understand?
What is so hard to understand about it?
You talk as if you can make me super joyful.
But not at all.
I wouldn't say that there's no good times.
There were.
But the majority are all SHIT.
Hell. Hell. Hell.
You tell me you guys care about me.
But I feel you don't.
You speak louder than words.
(See, it's like even I have the syndrome I guess. Genetic.)
I want you to show me.
Show me.
It's all about being more than words.
I don't give a damn whether you guys tell me you love me or not.
I don't care.
Just...treat me well.
Make me feel loved.

A friend asked me in Malay, jokingly of course.
"You never get enough love from your parents is it?"
I thought for a second.
I could not even answer, even as a joke what-so-ever.

Seriously.
Growing up with you guys as my legalities, isn't easy.
It's just super tough.
This cannot, that cannot.
And I'm the kind of person, who sometimes feel a little braver.
Thus, becoming defiant what-so-ever.
Blah blah blah.
Reason being?
You're just unreasonable.
Totally.

I'm frustrated.
I'm disappointed.
I'm tired.

It's not that I don't love you guys.
I do.
Well, who doesn't.
But it's just too tough to show it.
Because everytime I see your face, I see something.
A sticker on your forehead.
Saying, "Punch me."
And it's very tempting you know.

I'm so exhausted right now.
And you said you want to have a talk with me.
When?!
At midnight.
Come ar, come.
You may talk.
I shall shut my ears and eyes.
I just know that, anything that will come out of your mouth.
Is SUPER CRAP.
100%.
A 1 probability.
Annoying.

I want my bed.
I want my bed.
I want my bed.
But I'm not sure if I can have it.
Hell yes, I can!
I will.
I don't care.
I don't want to hear you talk.
You can talk to me when I'm asleep.
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