SIMPLE STUPID DUMB
03 DECEMBER 1992
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i'm also a human.Monday, April 26, 2010 7:01 PMstarted a day great with my ham sandwich as breakfast.dad fetched me to school and we talked. he shared about some things mum shouldn't have done. well, i did not comment much but just lend a pair of listening ears. cos afterall, its adult matter. if i were to poke in, it wouldn't be fair to mum at the same time, causing things to be worst. school. i see workload piling~ i feel tensed up. at the same time, i'm thinking how i can squeeze time to help him with his work as during the weekends, he havent been doing alot of work. groupings problem. i seriously have no idea what to do. becos i feel that i'm not in a position to do any allocation. i wanna help, but i'm helpless. while paying full attention in class, mummy bombed me with tonnes of message. talking about what dad told me in the morning. i wanted to reply but every word i type may hurt or somewhat cause misunderstanding. moreover, i'm paying attention in class! it's php for god sake. i don't know how i can help. for every msg mum sends me, my heart aches. but all i can do was to sighh and continue listening in class. i thought i could share with you after lesson. but u're busy. so it's alright. home. i smell a weird smell coming from the kitchen. sean was microwaving cheese. goodness. i went to my room. GRACIOUS! one sentence, "sean had a parrty in my room." a boy who is takiing his psle in less than 5 months who can't do maths, english, chinese and science properly is having party in his sister's room. isn't it amazing! for godsake, it's the 2nd time. my room. it is my room. do u have any sense of respect for me? i'm so dead fucking tired and all i get from u is this. i'm thinking how i can squeeze time to help u in ur studies. and, u dont do the work i give you. reason being, you cant find the book. ur own book, u cant find who is gonna fuckingly find it for u? we do not have a maid. u dont contribute in housework. u talk to me about basic courtesy. u reflect on urself before speaking any ass word. u bring ur friend to a party, with brains, at least clean up the mess. u know how tired is mummy after work. i'm tired. yupps. a change in me. they are all right. i guess, i'm no longer that strong. maybe after breaking down, i will feel better. |