Wrapped up in thick chains like a sinner now

Wrapped up in thick chains like a sinner now

Friday, March 30, 2012

I find it so hard to talk to people about my personal stuffs. It's not that I don't trust them or anything, but it's just that it doesn't always come out right. Seems like this is a much easier way of expressing myself. I don't want to be a burden to anyone or make anyone feel sympathetic for me. Sometimes I just want to go out on a killing spree and kill everyone I'm unsatisfied with, those who treat their family like crap, or those who do not give anyone any decency. It seems like karma is taking its own sweet time to get back on those people and its getting on my nerves. They need to be taught a lesson asap.
As of now, the family is currently falling apart and I'm really left with no other choice but to feel this way. You have been making me feel so terrible for the past 6 years and I've had enough. You demand so much, give so little. You never did ever once compliment about all my good deeds to other people, but yet only making up stories on what a bad daughter I am and never meeting your expectations but instead other people children does meet your expectations of being well-behaved etc. Hello, they do worst stuffs then me. I'm just sick and tired of fighting with one who would actually scream vulgarities at their own child. I was indeed very upset but who am I to say something about it, right? Just what had gotten into those brain of yours. I know you have always loved me and always protect me from those beating I get from Mom, but Dad, this time you have gone way overboard. I am just really disappointed of you. As the youngest son, instead of being the best son out of all 11 siblings, you chose to be like them too. I really hate you Dad, for being like of them. 
Oh a lighter note, I won this pair of New Balance shoes, a full set of apparel and got to meet Anton Krupicka - all just by wasting 20cents on a sms. I guess Lady Luck is on my side. Improving for all my tests in school also. This have to continue, please.
I'm typing this out on my blog because I really need to rage at something, so why not do it on an inanimate object who can feel nothing, unlike me. Honestly, I've really had enough of everything.

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