I haven't been this angry since the last time my mum comes.
After all these years, I have never improved in my brain, I still have stupid conflicts with my mum.
She is selfishly want to shape me into something she wants, which is "Good for me".
I'm not going to be her bitch and let her drove my life!
I can't tell her anything, for example, I said something about doing bad on this bio test, she start asking me questions, which is ok. Then she ask questions about how other people did in my class, which is also ok. After she noticed there is someone getting 45 points higher than me(use your logic.. that means I failed the test), she uses the most annoying weapon of all time--"Nagging" and give me "Statements" and doing "5 year plans" like a communist.
She force me to gain the power to fly, without noticing I'm a fish.
Only friends can betray, only people you care can hurt you.
I'm hurting my mum by not blindly follow the command she thinks comes from GOD, like mandate of haven. She is hurting me with all the means she can find, from clean my room and throw everything she don't like to force me eat the food I don't like.
Pet, that's what I am to her, a untamed pet waiting for her to vet and bet.
Remember when I was 10, the time where my birth mum give me to the mum I'm having now, she told me that my mum now don't know how to be a parent.
I understood it months after the arrival in Australia, and I insist I was smart to know that, although I wasn't, I should know it the 1st day.
She works as a dictator with a totalitarian government that feeds the population and waiting for gold in return. Do you know that I make more money than my mum right now?
Obviously, my head worth a price
when the stake is high enough,
She would trade.
Life, a gift!
Why does a parent have to pay their debt to their young by nourish them?
Life, a gift.
A gift that cost so much to both receiver and deliver.
Life, a gift?
No, it's a debt.
It's not a giving, but a taking.
A bliss of ignorance no longer shines after birth.
A curse of sense cycle though each breath.
I would be glad to add a slash to the "-".
Inevitably,
I can't be liquidized,
and poured in your ideally constructed rigid frame,
for my body is build not in solid steel,
but heart, brain and flesh.
I'm not a slave,
nor going to be one.
The chains you give me,
I will break free,
by driving my own Mercedes.
Now my mum is using her "nagging" power turn my dad against me and I don't think I can touch the computer anytime soon because she told my dad not to let me have "fun".
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