in actual fact, i'm just a tool for you to boast about when i get good grades. do you ever even know the meaning of love? all that you can do, a maid can. yea, you've done a lot. as a maid yes, as a mother, no. when was the last time i got a hug from you, p2? i'm tired of you. when was the last time i got a present from you? p1? at least dad still got me earphones, and a memory card. just a small token, but it shows that i matter to him. you know, you should just get out of my life. i think i should just stay in the boarding school during my uni life. at least i have my own room, at least i'll be able to have someplace more like a home. i'm just lost now. i punch the wall again, and you'll disown me eh? this is coming from you. and i'm telling you, even if you're lee kuan yew and you throw my stuff away, i'll still land a punch on somewhere, and hopefully, the next time, not on you. from today, you're no longer my mum. you've never made an effort to understand your children. gdbye, i don't need you.
slashed at 10:06 AM .