As a little girl, I always looked forward to weekends. Early morning cartoons, trips to the sweet shops, just prancing about in the garden with Misty (when I had a pet rabbit).
Now that I've grown up I dread them. For the past God knows how long, I've been arguing and arguing with my family. I admit I answer back at them, that's so not me. But suddenly, it has. They blame my attitude problem on college (for me being around the wrong crowd...what crowd?). My father had the cheek to threaten me that he will ban me from college. You can't ban an 18 year old from education. I am so going to report them to authorities if this keeps up. But...will anyone give a shit?
You'll never believe that I forgot it was Eid (we only have two per year) on Sunday. Can you blame me? My family just keep depressing me more and more. I was so ready to let go. But didn't. Because I would never have forgiven myself...for the sake of those who care about me. ._.
As usual, outer family come over, or we go to their house and guess who was the talk of the century? -_-;
Now everyone's arguing over the wedding date. Now I can't tell whether it's March, October or December 2006. If you ask me, the sooner the better. Mind you, if I do get banned from college, I'll be married off straight away. Maybe I should just shut my mouth and back down a little.
Afterall, I'm just a girl. What do I know? I don't have feelings. I was born for a mere purpose to bear children to continue somebody's bloodline. Not in this life! I won't go down that way. I will lead a life I want to lead. So long as I'm living according to my religion.
My family are just a bunch of shitheads. I just want to run away now and never be found.