Monday, December 22, 2008
A Home Isn't A Home
Right now, a home isn't a home for me anymore. My father would be at home the whole day to FIND FAULT WITH ME... Everyday, I have to think of many ways to escape from home to seek refuge OUT OF HOUSE!!!
Isn't it ironic? Ppl would normally seek refuge at home, but that's not my case... I really feel like running away... n never come back...
Seriously, I may break down any time now... I wish I wasn't even born into this world...
my father really really went overboard!!! He's now even trying to change my HANDWRITING!! I dun see anything wrong with my writing all along... My writing is understandable...
This is what I called SUPER FUCKED UP!!!
This is really really OVERBOARD.... To think that I tried to put myself in his shoe n pity him...
All these are redundant... I'm not trying to be unfilial... These is just too overboard.... I need some counselling!!! At least, it can get me away from home...
haiz... haiz... haiz...
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