3:16 AM
Saturday, January 28, 2012
i am so sick of coming back late
and getting punished for it
its not even a crime,i didn't kill anyone,
nor did i drink or smoke weed or marijuana.
i just don't understand the word that are utter rubbish
coming. out. of. your. mouth.
i admit.
i wished deep down that my relationship with my mum
would be as tight as super glue,like besties as some would call it.
you hear mum & daughter stories everywhere, from friends,the media,
my fav readers digest.
it's just not happening to me.
not gna happen soon too.
and it sucks.
you know, imagine your friends shares that her mum and her does smthg together,
they share their secrets,they understand each other.
And then she asks me ' ohhh,enough of my story,what about yours?'
and I'm just pause for the longest time 'errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr we're not close.'
it sounds bad.it even smells as bad as rotten fish.
its a bloody routine.
she calls/shouts me
i come home.
i get caned.
what the fuck
its not even a good story.
no fucking climax.
& at the end of this.
I don't learn from it.
nobody will be happy.
im gonna feel the pain.
she's gna tell herself
'spare the rod,spoil the child
'spare the rod,spoil the child
'spare the rod,spoil the fucking child'
as many times as she wants and feels better.
& best part.
I'm gna convince myself that the cane is worth it.
totally worth it! hell yeah woohoo worth every mark!
in exchange with the time you spend with your friends.
fuck man, its not gna be 27 jan twice.
am i suppose to end this happy or sad?
idk.
you decide ok?