Just Dance.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

for once,im reali considering. to quit or not to quit?

almost had a quarrel with m0m jus now. bout da time and stuff. i reali,reali felt lk tellin her how i feel. h0w i see these tings. the fact is,shes been complainin bout me,bein sl0w and stuff. alwaes bein late and wadever. bout this and that. but the matter remains. has she EVER asked me why is this so? okayy- so she has,have i EVER told her the truth? NO. and WHY is this so? am i ABLE to tell her the truth? i may be betraying her trust in me,by behaving this way. but WHY is this so? the fact is,i am finding it difficult to love mai home. in fact,im beginning to hate it sometimes. =( and WHY is this so? when i watch teevee,there will be ppl there,commenting on how mani times ive watched it. commenting on how i dont find it boring. when i sleep,there will be ppl waking me up. when im listening to music,i'l be bothering ma sis. AND EVEN when im doin nuthin,jus enjoyin ma dinner,ppl lk HIM will start criticising ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. i HATE this!! he starts with saying why im alwaes home so late. den he starts pushing the blame onto mr teo. den starts sayin bout ma frens. ma team-mates. i HATE THIS TO THE CORE! why cant he jus drop it and keep outta ma life?! ='( when i sleep on the sofa,dere she will be,askin me to go and bath. go and practise the piano. askin me if theres hw. tellin me im fallin asleep. this sux. it reali does. and dont they noe how awful it feels? to alwaes have to be the one,rushing home. being the first to leave. pushing away offers to go out?! and dont they noe,also dhat i HATE ma tchers? it may seem that everytime i get bad results,i complain bout them. BUT THAT IS THE FACT!!! >.< i also wanna be able to walk loudly around the house at 4am,not having to tiptoe whenever i walk past their room and everything. DONT THEY UNDERSTAND?! i noe,i reali do noe,that they are alreadi givin me a lot more freedom than alot of other kids. but..its not enuf. it reali isnt. i noe,ren shi bu zhi zu der. buts.jus let me have a limit cant i? let me set it by maself! i dunno. everything seems sick. forget it.

i wanna runaway from everything*
jane-