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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
Why give a fuck? Your son is useless also my fault luh? Need serve him like I'm his fucking servant also my duty luh? Rant at me over a fucking oat. If he want, he'll definitely cook himself one right? And just so nice your dear son hate oat, can? And I really don't know about the fucking portion I need to cook the fucking oat so you are blaming me for cooking not enough? I've even got proof I don't fucking know how to cook that fucking oat with the quality that came out. And you even can criticize me about that fucking oat. Kay I'm finding it really fucking funny right now that all of this started with the fucking oat. You really miss quarreling with me so much that you need me to at least quarrel with you once a day? Sorry I'm really sick and tired of all these rows with you since last year. After that big one, I never ever wanted to quarrel with you again finding out what kind of person you are to twist the false into truth and even went to threaten people. You keep telling me how good you are, seeing that ugly part of you shows me how fake you are. Dear mummy, if you are to do anymore bad things behind my back again and still act as of nothing happened, I swear I'll really leave this house. No matter how much you say how good you are because after knowing that ugly truth, of bending lies to truth, that is not a white lie at all to me but a lie to cover up your sins. Sometimes, I really wonder if you are ever guilty of what you have said. Yes I'm short and hot tempered but if you really care of me as my mum, I suggest you to change to way you bring me up first by stop trying to make us think otherwise by trying to brainwash us everyday about how good you are. Judging every single friend I make. Talking bad about every single person around you. You aren't God, neither are you a saint. You have no rights at all to judge any of them and trying to make yourself as clean as possible because in my eyes, you are as tainted as the River Styx. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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