i swear upon all these tears, sweat, fatigue, pain & hardships that i'm gonna do well for this sem onwards.




you dont screw me for my attitude when you are the one who's barking and glaring at me.
fuck off.
i'd rather go through another round of gastric flu again, anytime.

you've never bothered to instill the concept of meal times since i was young, so why are you making a fuss out of it now?
isnt it too late HUH?
irregular meals, that's what you give.
taking your time to cook, that's what you do.
as a child, i was always HAR!-YOU-EAT-DINNER-AT-NINE in the face by others and i always look back at him with the ya-what's-wrong-dont-you-too face?
then i finally understood their expression when my sides started hurting when i was.. 8? 9?


and if yo dont understand why am i statying up till five am, walking home to save on that 64cents, working after school etc, you have no right to screw me in the first place.



i'm sorry dad.
thank you dear, thanks for listening. get well soon.







i'm very tired.