May 22, 2009 06:56
It's disappointing when your family can't seem to respect your decisions in life. It's even more disappointing when they start assuming absurd things just so that they could blame it on something/someone but me.
I say, blame it on me, because it was MY decision. But don't go assuming and blaming it on someone else.
They really haven't gotten used to me, after all these years. They've gone past these years of my growth pretending that I'm someone else. My cousins know me more than the elders do. They've gone cuckoo and still deny the fact that I've always been...well, emo. Well, that's what my cousins would always call me.
As high school as this may sound...they really do not understand.
Sometimes I love my family. And sometimes I hate them.
Sometimes, I find myself in a state where I shouldn't be in (again). It's tempting, but I know that it's not right to get into that. I was warned that the cycle of my illness will come back to haunt me in times like these. It's just up to me to say no.
No.
Tempting, but no.
It'd be another selfish act that I know that I'd regret in the end.