not me...
it doesnt seem to be MY home anymore. father only returns home on weekends. i get to see him once per week. also, i am not close to him as i am to mum. i couldnt open up to him. couldnt consult him any women issues. feel embarrassed even to ask him to take his dinner.my memory for mum is getting blur. SHE GONE, REALLY! though i witnessed her collapse, but it getting blurer. i dont want that!
actions are louder than words. i've to buck up. look for a job. as wat i discussed with mum before and she agreed on.
i know i've to move on. 4get abt the past. keep it as a memory.
birth, old, sick and death are just stages of growing up. every stage is a new beginning.
this time, i shall admit that i hate to grow up. i just hope time could stop.
posted by jellyfishy @ 5:50 pm
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