Good Morning, fellas. :) I had a horrid awakening. Here's a fun fact about me. I can wake up at whatever time if you phone me and tell me we're going out in half an hour. Seriously, don't even need to tell me where we're going. I'd get up in 5 minutes, sit for 5 minutes thinking, and spend 5 minutes getting up. You don't need to shout at me to wake me up. It's actually bad for me, waking up to a stupid loud noise. You don't need to threaten to scold me if I don't get up either. With that stupid voice coming from that throat of yours I so want to throttle.
I hate your mood swings. I can tolerate only so much, and when you give me presents saying 'here's from me to you, with love'. I don't feel the love, mum. I feel that you just found something moderately nice for cheap so you bought 3. You realize you can't just keep it all, you need to give one to someone. Not caring whether it has anything related to that someone. Again, I know i'm not expressing myself right, but I just don't feel the love, even when you're nice.
You called me pig about 4 times today because my room is messy. You criticize me for things you only assume about me. You belittle my mission to finding my passion (in which my method is to try anything that interests me - sewing, guitar, painting,etc ). Your words and 'advice' clashes all the time. One time you're telling me to spend my money because we only live once. Then you critisize me for always spending on things and things and stuff and stuff. What about the things you bought, huh?
The present I said earlier was a decorative plate. You gave me a decorative plate I have nowhere to put and I don't even think it's nice. You bought three. Why, actually? About all those RM 40+ books I bought, I regret them a lot. I've nowhere to put them and internet says borrowing from the library is better. I get that now, I don't even buy anymore story books. I don't get excited going to bookshops in KL anymore. I'm trying to avoid buying books.
*To be continued. She's still devoiding my storage methods of their function and representing new ones. Hers, which I find totally unfunctional to my needs. P.S, who knew? I'm actually a stupid pig! She told me 7 times, it must be true, no?
I hate your mood swings. I can tolerate only so much, and when you give me presents saying 'here's from me to you, with love'. I don't feel the love, mum. I feel that you just found something moderately nice for cheap so you bought 3. You realize you can't just keep it all, you need to give one to someone. Not caring whether it has anything related to that someone. Again, I know i'm not expressing myself right, but I just don't feel the love, even when you're nice.
You called me pig about 4 times today because my room is messy. You criticize me for things you only assume about me. You belittle my mission to finding my passion (in which my method is to try anything that interests me - sewing, guitar, painting,etc ). Your words and 'advice' clashes all the time. One time you're telling me to spend my money because we only live once. Then you critisize me for always spending on things and things and stuff and stuff. What about the things you bought, huh?
The present I said earlier was a decorative plate. You gave me a decorative plate I have nowhere to put and I don't even think it's nice. You bought three. Why, actually? About all those RM 40+ books I bought, I regret them a lot. I've nowhere to put them and internet says borrowing from the library is better. I get that now, I don't even buy anymore story books. I don't get excited going to bookshops in KL anymore. I'm trying to avoid buying books.
*To be continued. She's still devoiding my storage methods of their function and representing new ones. Hers, which I find totally unfunctional to my needs. P.S, who knew? I'm actually a stupid pig! She told me 7 times, it must be true, no?
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