I’m no superman No, not the Man of Steel I bleed and hurt of flesh and blood But i care just the same i wish you were here with me tonight YAO FEI LUO seventeen Phoenix Hypernova Zenith Innova sky_scorpion5@hotmail.com where voices speak EXIT HERE april becky brenda hengguang jermaine lelia merlin samantha sophia wanling weizhou ARCHIVE CREDITS Codes: -RAJAHchindian | Inspiration: kissandtell | Background: Kollermedia | Image Host: Photobucket |
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Sunday, March 08, 2009
one post that is about me. you hear people in the spur of anger say they hate their parents. you hear of those who love their parents. there are those who complain of their parents. there are also those who tell their parents everything. love them or hate them they are still their parents and the ties they have is that of parents and children. me? i began living a separate life from my parents years ago. one that is detached. one whereby it feels that there is just another person in the house. maybe not so much for my mum. but more so for my dad. one whereby the words spoken are few and far apart. one whereby there is no love for him, neither hate. emotionless. just another person. why? maybe because i was too caught with the people that i was afraid i would lose. the people that i put in effort to be nice to. those i put in effort to see them smile. those that i truly wanted to be happy. and hence, my dad was set in the background nothing more than a blurry image. these were all unspoken. but when it was finally said out today, i wonder what i have become? where have my choices led me to? my dad sees me as an unlovable and cold person. am i? maybe to some. but it all seems stupid. putting in effort for those who would never love you and at the same time forgetting those who always will. but isn't that being human? always wanting the one thing we can't get and never appreciating what we can. zzz i'll make every second count; 1:31 PM |
