sometimes my mum's being a bitch.
ugh, that's just a way to vent my anger not that she's literally one.
:X
an example for it.
she ask me to NOT alter the skirt because she said she could help me alter it.
i argued that she's gonna take AGES jsut to help me alter one.
and she said she would do it THIS SUNDAY.
and wtf, she just asked me to try out the length and she says she's gonna sent it to alter.
FUGGGGG!
wth is this??
then she said it was my fault because i didn't try out the skirt earlier so that she would be able to send it for alteration.
then i was like " I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU GONNA ALTER IT YOURSELF???!"
she said " i'm tired..ya dah ya dahhhh!" the usual, saying she's old so get tired easily.
seriously WTF can?
if you don't want to alter then i TELL ME EARLIER LARH.
i could have go altered it BY MYSELF!!FUGHGGGGGGG!
walao, she's making it sound like its MY FAULT when its HERS!
i should have just sent if for alteration since i KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPENED!
DAMNN.
i would NEVER EVER BELIEVE HER AGAIN!
why is it always the same?
once parents go to work, every promises they make would be a dellusion.
something that would never happen.
yea right, you may say promises are meant to be broken.
but i can't accept that.
i may sound like an ill brat.
but i hate my mum working.
I HATEE IT A LOT.
does she know? she doesn't.
i hate it when she's suppose to buy stock on her OFF DAY.
i hate it when she goes back to work on her OFF DAY.
i hate it i hate it i hate it!!!!):<
there's an imaginary glass building up between us.
i don't feel like talking to her anymore.
everytime when she talk i refuse to tell the truth.
all i'll do is ya ya ya to whatever she says.
i'm lazy to explain.
i don't even want to tell her how was orientation and lectures.
i don't want to speak to her.
not even for one minute.
is it my fault?
i really don't know.
i realise i'm starting to return to my olden days.
i'm starting to keepy everythin to myself.
i would rather keep quiet and listen then to comment.
i feel that i've got no true friends and i mean it.
i feel that everyone around me does not click with me.
i've got no true friends, i'm a loner.
i roamed and drift about the place trying to find a place for myself.
that's sad isn't?
but i don't actually care.
i don't know why but i don't actually care.
now, i don't even care if i really pissed my friend off.
because it does not matter anymore.
sooner or later they'll leave me.
yeah, whatever. i'm gonna leave them too.
Width 410px would look sweet. :)