I'm slogging my ass off in school, feeling stressed these few days, was down yesterday, feeling totally burnt out so much so that i can fall asleep while walking down the stairs, at least i know i'm still going strong and i believe i can do it as long as there's some encouragement... And guess what, i came home today and to my dismay i was told, my parents had gone to JB.
They made it sound like it was such a last minute decision that was highly regrettable. They going to JB to enjoy themselves was an affair that i ought to sympathise with. I won't deny that i'm jealous of it. Can't they find a better timing to go JB?
I feel vehement thinking about it. Their daughter is struggling to get things going while her parents went lala-ing at JB. I understand that my parents need time on their own. But why now? I just told them i was stressed yesterday and just want their understanding, sympathy and motivation. BUT, the motivation that i want is NOT them going to JB and leaving me in Singapore. I didn't even know about that. I heard it through my aunty. Am i so bloody insignificant in their lives? Maybe i'm just a bloody asshole who enjoy impinging upon my parents' rights to have fun of their own.
I like to thank my parents for bringing me to this world and by showing their encouragement to carry on in life bravely by going to JB and enjoy without informing or bringing me. Thanks parents! FAMILY!
Even those that i inherit DNA from are pushing me over the edge...
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