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Seriously don't feel like coming home these few days. Home is no longer what it is like before. Fucked up parents. Dad's bugging me like nobody's business about his job. Just fucking get a life and do what you wanna do. It's either get out of Singapore, or stay here. Out of my 17 years of living, you've already been out of my life for what... 5 years or so? Another few years wouldn't make a difference. You staying here would just make me dread going home everyday. Th reason why I'm working alot, is because I don't wanna come back to this fucking shithole everyday and listen to your naggings. I haven't had a proper family dinner in months. Brother and I are just fucking spending our time outside each day, because we don't feel good at home. We come home and fucking get scolded because of minor issues. Fuck. I can't enjoy myself outside without not having to report to you what time I'm going home, and shit. I WANNA GET OUT RIGHT NOWWWW. _|_
Life sucks. Fuck my effing life, and my screwed family.
Ugh. I think I need a break from life. How great would it be to not do anything for just one day. Not go to school and bother about god damn presentation and RJ. Not getting bothered by anyone especially th fucking bitch from work. Not having to think of anything. Impossible. I must be thinking too much. Everytime, I just can't seem to bring myself to tell b my problems face to face. I don't wanna breakdown in front of him, 'cos I don't want him to worry. I wonder if he'll ever see this. I need more love than I have now. I miss my old life, when I was still in secondary school. Eff it. I'll love my life if you guys stop bugging me to do better in school, and if you don't stop me from going out. I'll regret this in future, but this is what i want right now. This home is not like what it is before. Parents not talking to each other, quarreling over me, over brother and I, over minor matters. When I stepped home just now, th first thing my maid asked me was, 'What happened to mum and sir? They haven't talked to each other today.' I could only answer, 'I don't know.' It felt so empty at home. No conversation going on, everyone doing their own stuffs. Why did my life have to turn out like this?