Wednesday, April 27, 2005
I think she might be on her way down, or even, maybe she dun even care at all. anyway, i dun care as well. If she still wanna be frens then let me go in a nice manner. If not, then, forget about a fren like me.
I quarrel with my brother over my hair. Weird rite. fuk them all....hair drop is somethign i cant control. I am not liek my brother who just sit at home everyday. weather he really workign hard enough for his own company or not, i dun hack care. my hair drop in my room, my mum scold, now eevn toilet also cant comb my hair! tehn? shall i just shave off my hair????!!!! madness...i m trying to be nice for these years..but seems that no matter what i do, i m always in the wrong.
if hair drop is my fault then that idoit who always leave a book in the toilet after shitting is rite? toothpaste are dripping for the whole day after use is rite? dun flush after toilet is rite? leave the plates after meal on the floor of the living room is rite? then, frankly speaking, can i jump down from 14th floor?
mum is always siding him. Who corncen about me when i sick the whole day? who bother to ask my f. things? who bother to share my problems? no one cares about me in this family. i m just another person staying in the hosue. i m not goign to talk to anyone in the house anymore. i m no logner ttrying hard to play my role as a daughter. i m going to be myself back. thst's it!