You know what?
I'm tired of getting accused when you have no fucking idea what is happening. I'm tired of fighting over the same thing. I'm tired of living under pressure. I'm tired of crying over this. I'm tired of hearing the same fucked up tone when you ask me something. I'm tired of living with someone who doesn't understands me AT ALL. I'm a teenager. I go out everyday, I make friends, I go home late sometimes. I'm supposed to live like this, while I can. I'm supposed to enjoy my teenage life, while I can. But no, You ruined my teenage life. By annoying my already fucked up life. Few reasons why I'm barely at home, first, because I overthink when I do nothing at home. Second, because staying at home makes me feel more depressed. Third, because I have no one in this house. I do have my little brother, but this is just different. He doesn't understand. My two elder brothers are both in Shah Alam. I barely talk to them, too. I don't feel needed in this family. I'm only a burden to them, always the useless one, always the one who got scolded by. You see, basically, I have nobody, except my bestfriends and my boyfriend.
They are my source of happiness.
I forget about every problem I have when I'm out with them. The depression stops, when I'm with them. I love how they can cheer me up when they know I'm not okay. Even when I tried my hardest to not look unhappy. They take care of me, so well. Do YOU know I have no self-confidence? Do YOU know what kind of people I mix with? Let me clear this shit out,
NO. They know me so well, when you don't know a single thing about me. You think I'm rebellious? That's fine. You think I'm an antisocial fucker? That's fine, too :) I just don't care anymore. I want to live my life. Happily.
They say overprotective parents raise the best liars.
So. Think before you ask me with that stupid fucked up voice of yours. Think before you accuse me. Think about my feelings. Think about my future. Think how to understand a girl like me. Think how badly I want to do things with you, like every other daughters do with their mom. Think, before you lose me. Think, before I grow apart from you. Just. Think.
I wish you'd be more understanding. I wish I could talk to you about everything. I wish I could sit in a car with you without getting in an awkward situation. I wish you'd spend more time with me so you could understand me. I wish you'd treat me like every other moms treat their daughters. I wish I didn't have to hide things from you. I wish, somehow, you know me like the back of your hand.