Fuck you, mum.
really, stop annoying me.
your voice, yours words, everything.
its all getting on my nerves. stop screaming and wording out,
those 'not-so-nice' words for goodness sake.not vulgarities. but words that makes one fume.
can't you stop scolding? can't you stop mentioning about everyone's badness?
you always say things in a way of exagerating. can you stop that?
you would say, i would bath for hourssss.when i'm only in there for 20minutes.
oh what the hell. you've been nagging, bragging, shouting, screaming,
lecturing and everything that might keep you like a radio going on.
its making me blood boil, currently trying to tolerate.
urgh. you fucking scold and scream, asking me to go bath
but you complain i'm taking long. okay fine, then what for wait for me?
then might as well shut the hell up and go out wherever you want.
i'd rather stay home than go out with a barking bitch you get me!?
ah its just unbearable i swear. i can't put these in words.
but its fucking irritating and im getting VERY annoyed by it.
the moment i got up til now. you never stop.
whenever you speaks. your mouth opens.
it feels like damn shit stinky thing coming out from in there.
DO YOU FUCKIN' BRUSH YER TEETH?!
i wonder.. cause it stinks.
and i never would like to tell anyone,
you ARE my mum. cause i'm ashamed to have you as one.
really (:
so what if your the one who brought me here on earth? then i would rather say, i'll rather not come on here.
cause you had never done anything as a mother would. shown love, care? none.
just like one ATM here for me. oh what shit. but i know, i know dad loves me
but he's like me somewhat. hard on mouth, softer in heart. oh thats him and everyone knows it. you? your just realistic. just a couple of days ago,
you admitted being realistic. you said, what else can a human be other than being realistic,
of cause its a must. oh? then i doubt your my mum. lot of times, i wonder if you are my blood-mother.
hah! i really wonder man. nothing of you is like me.
we cant speak up to 10sentences before a quarrel.
whats with you? i hate being realistic. cause i'm god damnit using my heart to live my life.
not using my brains. and i have my heart to use it in every kind of relationships.
i don't use my brains. i don't care if i'm called dumb.
cause i know i'm using my whole heart to care or love someone.
and yes, that is most important to me
even money, not like you, money-faced bitch.
i'm not like that. dang you.
