Jul 06, 2011 15:44
Drabble. .. 5 July 2011
This feeling is complicated. Falling in love and get hurt. Relationship and memories. What is love? What is it to liking someone? Why sometime everything comes so naturally and there how it’s goes in a blink. Love is amazing. this feeling Is amazing. I should be goin to gym today. Suddently I don’t feel like goin. Something must be wrong right? My body don’t want to go exercise or it’s just me?
Listening to old song brings back old memories and the feeling. Why do I feel so bored and helpless? Because of my sister…
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I meet my sisters at Gym yesterday; we talk and make fun of each other like old times. At once I feel so ease. And , all because they were talking to me. Not for long. They treat me like dirt again. Ain practically shouting at me, saying something about I curse her to be worse and I don’t have any right to say that and so on. Jasmin just keep quite. I do have a feeling there more to go, they just don’t want to say it. I do manage to bring down her anger and talk in better manner afterward. These two days Jasmin started to sleep in my mother room. The room is small, crammed with 3 people. At first it’s because she said my room is hot and stuffy. But now I don’t think so. She might be angry with me. Because I say she is not sleeping in one side and roaming around the bed, sometime on the top of me. it’s not disturb me or anything. I’m fine with that, I’m just saying over and over again because it’s funny. She is funny. But I never think of her as nuisance. They keep on saying I’m bragging about thing I done for them. They don’t like it. I never have intention to do so. Sometime I do become so upset because they never really appreciate things I done for them. Like I say, I don’t want them to repay anything to me, just gratitude. And showing to me their gratitude if enough for me. I can feel it if they really is appreciate me. 6 July 2011
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