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PROFILE 
Life's been challenging & love's unpredictable.
But I know, everything happens for a reason.
& That, every ending's a new beginning.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 @ 2:30 AM
BLACK SHEEP I thought everything was ok. I thought Mum and I were already ok, in good terms. This morning, she was fine talking to me and what not. I was going to work, and we were still ok by then. Back from work, Johan sent me home and Mum knew about it. She waited for me till I reached home. I appreciate it. I told her about how my day went and such. And then, I was confiding in her about my itches on my legs. So she advised me to put the Mopiko cream. And thus, I said to her, that I'm gonna have my bath first. And things were still ok. Then she started to advise me on what could have cause my itches. So she started saying that I should put my shoes outside and not inside the house. She looked so stressed out, that I said to her don't be too stressed out lah Ibu. And from there, things started crumbling down. She started assuming that I was angry that I had to do this and that when asked. I told her I was not. And she said I was, and from there, my brother tried to make her see thar I was not. And she could not accepted it. And from there, she started to accusing me that I was stressed or tired from work that I had to quit soon. And from there, I started to break down, cause first of all, I just came back form work. Second, I really had to attend to my itches and that they were in pain. Third, for the second time in the wee, in whatever I do/say is wrong in her eyes. Fourthly, noone in this house asked if whether I was ok. Fifth, I had to unwillingly ask Johan to leave me alone for ahwhile by not textiung/calling me. Sixth, I seriously beginning to feel like I'm the black sheep that I had to not stay here anymore. Seventh, I really need my boyfriend and girfriends now. Eight, how am I suppose to sleep when everything's still not ok. Nine, I really feel that I'm such a useless daughter. Finally, I dont know where all this shit will end. |