Stop this Madness
I don’t usually post sad, depressing stories in my blog..But now, I have to..
I’m angry. At my parents. But they don’t know that.
I’ve been avoiding them for days now. I just can’t stand seeing their ‘I don’t need this from you right now’ faces.
I moved out of own room. Why?
Because they want my sister and the baby to be around them.
Now my car belongs to my brother because his car is a piece of junk.
No room. I stay at Joanna’s place. No car. How the f*ck am I going to Joanna’s place and go to rehearsals?
I kept troubling Yau Chuan for chauffeuring me around. Thanks sayang for being there for me. And for making stupid lame jokes while I was crying the other day, just to make me smile. With your panic look and stutters. Cute la..
Ok ok, back to my depressing story..
For the past week, I’ve been living in my parents room. My bed is the floor. With my back condition, I cannot lie on the floor even for 5 minutes. Imagine 12 hours!
The pain is excruciating. So this is what I do every night. However tired I am, I’d stay up the whole night and wait for my parents to wake up so I could sleep on their bed.
And because of that, they would yell at me for not sleeping at night.
My cat. The only place she can run around is in my room. My mam hates it if she’s running independently in the house. With the baby in my room and my asthmatic brother, my cat obviously can’t be free from her cage anywhere. Last resort, my parents room. They’d shriek, complain, and yell if they see her doing anything suspicious like sniffing the bed, scratching the carpet, looking like she’s about to pee or shit etc…
And if they want to bring the baby in their room, the cat has to go. Poor Stinky Pooth..
I gave everything. Without complains and without sulking my face. I have no room, no car, no space, no privacy and they still put everything else first before me. They’d rather trouble me just so they could satisfy others. What am i? A walrus?
I am your daughter. I am a human who apparently still have feelings. I’m 19 and I’m already supporting myself financially. I have a 30-year-old brother who still lives under your freakin roof and asking for your freakin money. What more do you expect from and of me?
Look, I know they’re excited bout their first grandchild and all. And they want everything to be perfect for her while she’s growing. But mam, daddy, I’m still your baby too…
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By the by, mammy.... Happy Birthday. I'd still love you both no matter what.
posted by mahanay mkay @ 6:10 am
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