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Friday, June 12, 2009 at 4:18 AM
I don't get you, you know. I really don't. I know. The main point was that you wanted me to get kicked out of the house again. I know. I'm the problem in the family, the problem in the whole household. The one that prevented it to be perfection. I know, I understand. But what I don't know is, why is it that you are trying to make my life worse then it is. You know that you are already the apple in the family, the bright star in the house hold. What more do you want? What more can you do to drive me away? You know that our parents have always taken sides, always your side. Never mine. Even though before hand they had never show me what a family truly is. Even though you already had both their attention. And you still want more? I never even ask you to take responsibility when you were the one who spilled ink inside my bag, even though my items turned out stained. I never even ask you to pay up when you were the one dropping my phone making it spoilt, and even so, I'm still using it. When you ransacked my room with your friends, I said nothing. When you messed my whole room up, I kept quiet. When you lose my things, what else is there that I can say? I get scolded for the most ridiculous reasons. Like how I got converse shoes. And you got them two days later and momma came up and blamed me for not getting in the same day with you because if she did, she could have discounts. How do I know that there will be a discount? And even so, momma won't get me the shoes. Getting blamed for not taking care of you when I was actually being held up by you, because you were afraid of being alone, and I had to watch you the whole night. You smack the new book you just got right in front of my face, what do you expect me to react? I kept quiet. You got another phone again today. What can I say? It's your third one. Even though mine is spoilt thanks to you, I never said a word. You have everything you want. What can I do? Nothing. You've been calling me ugly since you knew what the word meant. You've been laughing at my health condition, just so you are healthy. You've been pushing every blame on me, ever since you knew how to. You've been wanting to have more, when you knew you always had what you want and I have none. You've been trying to drive me away, but don't worry. I will go myself, when the chance comes. Just so to stay out of your life, just so that I would no more be the problem in the family, just so to make the household perfect. Because it's the only thing I can do.

On a slight note.
You said you only just want one,
Ever thought I want more?
Because I do.
And I want you.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 4:18 AM.


Friday, June 12, 2009 at 4:18 AM
I don't get you, you know. I really don't. I know. The main point was that you wanted me to get kicked out of the house again. I know. I'm the problem in the family, the problem in the whole household. The one that prevented it to be perfection. I know, I understand. But what I don't know is, why is it that you are trying to make my life worse then it is. You know that you are already the apple in the family, the bright star in the house hold. What more do you want? What more can you do to drive me away? You know that our parents have always taken sides, always your side. Never mine. Even though before hand they had never show me what a family truly is. Even though you already had both their attention. And you still want more? I never even ask you to take responsibility when you were the one who spilled ink inside my bag, even though my items turned out stained. I never even ask you to pay up when you were the one dropping my phone making it spoilt, and even so, I'm still using it. When you ransacked my room with your friends, I said nothing. When you messed my whole room up, I kept quiet. When you lose my things, what else is there that I can say? I get scolded for the most ridiculous reasons. Like how I got converse shoes. And you got them two days later and momma came up and blamed me for not getting in the same day with you because if she did, she could have discounts. How do I know that there will be a discount? And even so, momma won't get me the shoes. Getting blamed for not taking care of you when I was actually being held up by you, because you were afraid of being alone, and I had to watch you the whole night. You smack the new book you just got right in front of my face, what do you expect me to react? I kept quiet. You got another phone again today. What can I say? It's your third one. Even though mine is spoilt thanks to you, I never said a word. You have everything you want. What can I do? Nothing. You've been calling me ugly since you knew what the word meant. You've been laughing at my health condition, just so you are healthy. You've been pushing every blame on me, ever since you knew how to. You've been wanting to have more, when you knew you always had what you want and I have none. You've been trying to drive me away, but don't worry. I will go myself, when the chance comes. Just so to stay out of your life, just so that I would no more be the problem in the family, just so to make the household perfect. Because it's the only thing I can do.

On a slight note.
You said you only just want one,
Ever thought I want more?
Because I do.
And I want you.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 4:18 AM.


Directed By





Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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