and i thought today was a happy day.

just quarrelled again with my mum. sometimes i wish i could just run away from all this shit. i can't stand the echoing silence anymore. I can't stand the emo blackmail that is smacked right in my face again. Why am i always the one saying sorry. just becoz u're my elder? Isn't it natural that when someone talks to you in a hostile tone you reply back in the same manner? and here u are calling me a useless person who when asked by another where is my mum, that my mum is non existent and is dead? mayb you are already dead. maybe i am already dead. I fucking don't know what to do.

the other is always away in his lala land. his working wonders. health fads and... whatever man.

shitty piece of life.

you ask me to move out. i really hope i could. i love you but u're making it fucking damn hard.

am i alone. alone in this abyss of silence and absolute depair.

and people say i am fortunate. go home and think how fucking fortunate you are.