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Thanks for ruining my mood on the eve of Chinese New Year. Really. You couldn't find a better time to ruin it. (okay, maybe you could make it worse by ruining it on my birthday) So much for new beginnings.
I really don't understand what is it with you. No matter how much I do, it is never enough for you. You're always complaining about how I spend more time with my friends rather than you, how I have never said "I love you" for the past few years, about how I never tell you anything about my life or care about what you say, about how indifferent I am to your presence, how I've never done this, never done that.
But really, have you ever spared a thought about why I'm doing all these things? You're always complaining about this and that. I'm dead certain that no one in the right frame of mind would willingly stay in to hear you complain about everything in the world. I don't say "I love you" because it's just not my nature to utter these kind of mushy words. It's not that I don't care, but I just don't like to say it. I mean, these words don't seem to be any problem for you to say, but I find myself having to practically forcing myself to say it out. So seriously, stop complaining when I don't show my affection in the same way that you do. I never tell you anything about my life because when I do want to tell you, you never listen. Honestly, from my perspective, it seems like you care more about the world's current affairs than what your daughter is going through. The news can wait. Go on the Internet, watch the repeat of it, it won't kill you. But once you've brushed me aside, I feel as if I'm not even as important as the news. So now, if someone regards you less than an inanimate object, would you want to share anything about yourself with him? Especially, when you don't even bother to pretend like you're listening. Even if you pretended, I might actually feel a little more heartened than that brutal "NO". And no, I can't hear every single thing that you say because if you haven't realised, I'm listening to my music and the purpose of my earpiece is so that I can only hear my music.
And yeah, keep talking about how you are going to divorce and get a mistress after I get out of the house because with that (imaginary) mistress of yours, she's going to show you more love and affection than I do. That is going to totally help our relationship get better. Seriously, sometimes I feel like going "Why don't you just do it right now instead of talking of it like a wimp. Because only wimps talk without actions, real man actually take action." Really, all that talk is making me despise and loathe you. I'm cool with the fact that you hate how I never show any concern for you, but you bringing up the divorce and the mistress, that is not only messing with me You're messing my mother, your wife. And that, I cannot tolerate. Honestly, I don't see how she has done anything to deserve you saying all this stuff. She's been a good wife and mother and even if you are really pissed off at me, that is the most stupid thing to say. It makes me wonder if you actually possess a brain.
And tomorrow, you're just going to say in front of all our relatives on what a bad daughter I am. Oh wait, you're going to make it sound like a joke so that everyone just thinks that we're this happy family. But you don't know that even your joking statements kill me inside. Just because I don't show any emotion doesn't mean I don't feel anything.
Sooner or later, your inconsiderate comments are just going to numb me and maybe then, you'll be happy that you've lost this self-centred, inconsiderate creature whom you used to claim as your daughter. Then you can have your perfect little family.
I really don't understand what is it with you. No matter how much I do, it is never enough for you. You're always complaining about how I spend more time with my friends rather than you, how I have never said "I love you" for the past few years, about how I never tell you anything about my life or care about what you say, about how indifferent I am to your presence, how I've never done this, never done that.
But really, have you ever spared a thought about why I'm doing all these things? You're always complaining about this and that. I'm dead certain that no one in the right frame of mind would willingly stay in to hear you complain about everything in the world. I don't say "I love you" because it's just not my nature to utter these kind of mushy words. It's not that I don't care, but I just don't like to say it. I mean, these words don't seem to be any problem for you to say, but I find myself having to practically forcing myself to say it out. So seriously, stop complaining when I don't show my affection in the same way that you do. I never tell you anything about my life because when I do want to tell you, you never listen. Honestly, from my perspective, it seems like you care more about the world's current affairs than what your daughter is going through. The news can wait. Go on the Internet, watch the repeat of it, it won't kill you. But once you've brushed me aside, I feel as if I'm not even as important as the news. So now, if someone regards you less than an inanimate object, would you want to share anything about yourself with him? Especially, when you don't even bother to pretend like you're listening. Even if you pretended, I might actually feel a little more heartened than that brutal "NO". And no, I can't hear every single thing that you say because if you haven't realised, I'm listening to my music and the purpose of my earpiece is so that I can only hear my music.
And yeah, keep talking about how you are going to divorce and get a mistress after I get out of the house because with that (imaginary) mistress of yours, she's going to show you more love and affection than I do. That is going to totally help our relationship get better. Seriously, sometimes I feel like going "Why don't you just do it right now instead of talking of it like a wimp. Because only wimps talk without actions, real man actually take action." Really, all that talk is making me despise and loathe you. I'm cool with the fact that you hate how I never show any concern for you, but you bringing up the divorce and the mistress, that is not only messing with me You're messing my mother, your wife. And that, I cannot tolerate. Honestly, I don't see how she has done anything to deserve you saying all this stuff. She's been a good wife and mother and even if you are really pissed off at me, that is the most stupid thing to say. It makes me wonder if you actually possess a brain.
And tomorrow, you're just going to say in front of all our relatives on what a bad daughter I am. Oh wait, you're going to make it sound like a joke so that everyone just thinks that we're this happy family. But you don't know that even your joking statements kill me inside. Just because I don't show any emotion doesn't mean I don't feel anything.
Sooner or later, your inconsiderate comments are just going to numb me and maybe then, you'll be happy that you've lost this self-centred, inconsiderate creature whom you used to claim as your daughter. Then you can have your perfect little family.