Monday, January 23, 2006
I hate you...
You will grow old to be the same psychotic old fart who always invade on my personal space
You tell me my aunt is a bad woman..
But i think you're getting more like her
Just that we're under the same roof...
And i'm The Punching Bag
Brilliant, isn't it?
Yeah... my life is brilliant...
I don't own anything.. I know that, my whole life i owe to you BUT
That doesn't mean I don't deserve respect as a human being
I'm sleeping, god damn it, and you had to scream at me.
Ok fine, i go read newspapers then.
Now you scream at me to go eat.
Eat i did. Then you scream at me to go clear my room.
What the hell? Now YOU messed up my room by throwing EVERYTHING onto a pile on the floor. Did you have to mess up my already messy room, so i can clear it and you will feel more powerful?
I hate it when you boss around. Cos you only do it WHEN YOU LIKE IT. I'm not a fucking piece of doormat, and i refuse to admit i'm your daughter.
I'm just a...
tentant.
With nothing.
And i owe you rent for 17 years.
I can't pay you back, cos i screwed up my life.
And the more you scream at me the more i will make life hell for you.
Chase me out, i don't care, i don't have anything to call MINE in this world, except for my feelings, my thoughts and opinions
And guess what, nowadays, all that's on my mind is how special skin-on-skin feels, and how i yearn for it.
Sadly, i live my life one day at a time, whatever happens today will not bother me tomorrow (or so i think)
And i find it hard to tell reality from my dreams;
What's going on, actually?
I wonder when will i lose all my sanity, cos i've got a feeling i could just kill you and the other crazy woman without a blink of my eye.
5:37 PM
