sarahloo
She’s that peachy puffin with the awesome alto voice. Tooting on her pitch pipe, gushing about Nick Jonas, and crying at movies are her loves. Whenever you need someone to stare at for laughing inappropriately she’ll be there. Shouts in the night are probably her sleeptalking. She’ll pull pranks with you any day(:
heeey.
I can't even carry a conversation with them. Sure, we talk about the usual things, like "How's your day at work?" and crap like that but they are like friends they you've known too long to break up with, but secretly find annoying so you hold them at arm's length.
There's my father. A total control freak. Every one of our family friends always ask him to be less involved in my life. When I was in primary school and whenever I wanted to go out, my friends had to beg him. It's the most humiliating thing ever. He agrees to let me and smiles and acts like a relaxed parent. It's when I get home that he corners me, twists words around and asks if I'm out to embarrass him. It's only when I came into secondary school that I learnt to stand up for myself.
My mother always, always gives in to my father. I always had to fight my own battles. But everyone has an outlet for anger, right? She takes it out on me. Her mood swings can take her to screaming at me and crying up a fit because I would rather read a book than sit with her at dinner. In every argument, she plays the victim. She's a mastermind at laying guilt traps in her speech. And my tail gets caught every single time.
Fuck her for making me cry.
Monday, December 28
I feel like I don't know my family any more. And my family doesn't know me.I can't even carry a conversation with them. Sure, we talk about the usual things, like "How's your day at work?" and crap like that but they are like friends they you've known too long to break up with, but secretly find annoying so you hold them at arm's length.
There's my father. A total control freak. Every one of our family friends always ask him to be less involved in my life. When I was in primary school and whenever I wanted to go out, my friends had to beg him. It's the most humiliating thing ever. He agrees to let me and smiles and acts like a relaxed parent. It's when I get home that he corners me, twists words around and asks if I'm out to embarrass him. It's only when I came into secondary school that I learnt to stand up for myself.
My mother always, always gives in to my father. I always had to fight my own battles. But everyone has an outlet for anger, right? She takes it out on me. Her mood swings can take her to screaming at me and crying up a fit because I would rather read a book than sit with her at dinner. In every argument, she plays the victim. She's a mastermind at laying guilt traps in her speech. And my tail gets caught every single time.
Fuck her for making me cry.