broken family
he just came back. she went out with the rest.the first thing he said to me was: "your mum went to buy fridge is it? she's so rich right? got money to buy fridge but don't want to give me money."
i hate him. i hate her. i hate money. i hate this broken family. money, you're the problem. i don't really remember having a happy family from the day i was born. i don't even remember the day they don't even quarrel. they're always quarrelling or else they would be in a cold war like now. they have not talk to each other for 3 or 5 months already. and i know this will continue till the end of this year or rather forever. i don't even know when it will end or how it will end. maybe never. we're innocent. we're caught in the middle. we're just being dragged in for nothing just because you two can't communicate with one another. i hate you monsters!!! i hate you!
i see happy families all around me. and look at mine. "don't ever think of having this scenery, jo" i tell myself. they'll never make up. amy, joanne, siying, calister... all have happy families but i'll never have it. i admire them. i'm jealous of them. i feel the hope they have that i don't. i feel the happiness they have that i don't. i feel the bliss they have that i don't. they're so fortunate. i wish i would part of that story and not this.
they ruin my childhood. or rather i don't even have a childhood. i have nightmares all over. no dreams. no nothing. all aura of unfortunate stuff. when will i be out of this tale? when will i run away from this? when will this nightmare end? never i know. but i still wish it would.
there's no end to it...
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