Friday, April 14, 2006
11:59 AM
Fuck. This is fucking bullshit. My mother early morning come and scream at my fucking face. Like she hasn't got enough with my sister last night. Yea, looking for an outlet to vent your fucking anger on. But why don't you look for your fucking precious son? Everytime complaining that we don't take good care of brother? WELL, WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO TEACH HIM WHEN YOU ARE ALWAYS BACKING HIM? FUCK. Tell him nicely, he give the fucking attitude. Become strict with him, he fucked me back. And when you fucking reach home, he complain to you, i get fucked. Why don't you fucking come back in the afternoon and see what the fuck is going on? Before you fucking make any fucking judgements. All right? Since you love your precious son so much, next time, why don't you fucking ask him to do all the fucking chores for you? Since you know how to complain about me. Oh yea, and since you already know i will bungle up matters, then why the fuck do you still ask me to do it? ASK YOUR FUCKING PRECIOUS SON SINCE YOU LOVE HIM SO MUCH! Get your fucking judgement right. Oh yeah, and don't pretend to use my lap as an execuse. Since you just want to complain to me about why i didn't fucking teach him, tell me fucking straight. Don't make a big round. Since you are always giving him the best of everything, give him more attention and love than what we get, ask him to do chores for you in future. And don't think because of speaking loudly to my brother works, i'm numb to it after 18 years of your screaming. Fucking unreasonable. Oh yeah, and wake up from your old-fashioned ideas all right? Not everything you do is right. Keep up with times, and not be fucking out-dated.
im torn between
silence & violent expression
