It's me against the world.
I'm
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because of you,
i feel the distance towards the people that i used to be really really close with.
because of you,
i try my hardest just to forget everything.
because of you,
i almost turn back to the old me.
because of you,
i learned the hard way not to fall that deep that fast.
because of you,
i lost the will to go on
because of you,
i am afraid.
and that's why i dun wanna go back~
leaving with a heavy heart.
It's still a very small world.
My plans are always changing.
Don't do this to me.
my heart can't take it anymore.
actually,
i'm really really really scared
i'll loose everything.
my mom...
what can i say about my mom...
she's strict. fierce. crazy and loves chocolate.
she's better when she has some alcohol in her though.
and when she's with people that she loves, like family and friends..
sometimes, i know my mom so well..
i know when to give her a lil push to gimme what i want.. (heehee)
i know what to do in front of friends n family to make her "proud"
i know when to say things, and when not to say things.
i know her taste in shoes, bags, clothes...
i know her....
and....
she knows me too...
although she doesn't really know my style, she sorta knows what i'll like..
she knows that i know what is right n what is wrong.
she trust my taste in clothes n stuff...
she also knows that i'll do whatever my dad says cause (i don't care what they say about love is fair and all) i love my mom but i love my dad that lil bit more.
and so she always uses him to get me to do things..
she'll say
"daddy ask you to come back early" i'll go home earlier.
"daddy say we're gonna have dinner together tonight" i won't go out that night.
as long as she uses the word "daddy" i'll always listen.
but dear mom,
i wanna take journalism,
and saying "daddy wants you to take english" is not gonna make me change my mind.
i've wanted to take journalism since i was 14.
and, if you really really know me...
you'll know that with me, you have to use reverse psychology.
and by saying that you don't want me to take journalism actually seals the want or the desire or the whatever it is in me to take journalism.
so please...
just let me do what i like okay?
and yes, i'll pay for jian's college tuition fees and stuff..
and yes, of course i'll take care of u guys.. ish
p.s. mom, please don't tell me important stuff or ask me to do stuff when i'm watching tv. i've inherited your inability to focus on anything else when its the good parts. you obviously know how's it like right?
love you
^^
Labels: dad, life, mom