Thursday, June 25, 2009
Topic of the day:
Regrets
Hello people.
First and foremost, i am sorry that i had not been updating
for exactly one week. I've been very lazy, like seriously.
And i dont really have the mood to update.
I dont know why, i suddenly have something to blog about today.
Its kinda confidential actually, but its alright. I shall just share.
Lastnight, i talked to my dad once again. This time round, i tried
to avoid arguing with him. My intention was just to know about it.
I did not even raise my voice, nor anything. But he, he did it.
Its like he totally hate what i was asking, and he got angry.
He began his stories about this and that. Comparing me with
some other people.
He did not even give me a chance to speak up.
He never understand me. Everything i do, everything i ask,
is wrong in his eyes. Why? He expects me to listen and obey
what he says. What about me? He only thinks about himself.
Does he know how im feeling? When my parents talk, they
did not realised that sometimes their words just hurt so much.
They never realised that, never. To them i am just too much.
I dont want to be rude to them. They once told me this.
"Why cant you for a moment, sit down and think about us?"
Maybe this sentence was meant for them.
I wish i wasn't born. I hate you, i hate.
Besides that, im catching Transformers tomorrow with ashlee.
Hey ugly, pictures and pictures and pictures!
See you.♥
Regrets
Hello people.
First and foremost, i am sorry that i had not been updating
for exactly one week. I've been very lazy, like seriously.
And i dont really have the mood to update.
I dont know why, i suddenly have something to blog about today.
Its kinda confidential actually, but its alright. I shall just share.
Lastnight, i talked to my dad once again. This time round, i tried
to avoid arguing with him. My intention was just to know about it.
I did not even raise my voice, nor anything. But he, he did it.
Its like he totally hate what i was asking, and he got angry.
He began his stories about this and that. Comparing me with
some other people.
He did not even give me a chance to speak up.
He never understand me. Everything i do, everything i ask,
is wrong in his eyes. Why? He expects me to listen and obey
what he says. What about me? He only thinks about himself.
Does he know how im feeling? When my parents talk, they
did not realised that sometimes their words just hurt so much.
They never realised that, never. To them i am just too much.
I dont want to be rude to them. They once told me this.
"Why cant you for a moment, sit down and think about us?"
Maybe this sentence was meant for them.
I wish i wasn't born. I hate you, i hate.
Besides that, im catching Transformers tomorrow with ashlee.
Hey ugly, pictures and pictures and pictures!
See you.♥
M. Hairul, 2:27 PM.
