So I have this major date on Friday evening. I was anticipating it so badly that I even planned to curl my hair, was bopping with joy when the Wetseal package arrived (meaning more gorgeous outfits!), went for a facial so the PMS induced acne would go away, went for a Detox spa to lose more weight, got my darling Fossil watch repaired...and now Mum has to single-handedly squash my happiness.

Fuck lah.

I don't understand why she simply REVELS in coercion. The last trip to stinky Korea was so, and then came Hongkong, when she practically packed my luggage for me just so I could leave with her. DAMMIT. I'm 19 this year. I have social obligations, I have rights, I have VERY IMPORTANT DATES THAT DETERMINE MY HAPPINESS TO ATTEND!

Want to go on a holiday then go by yourself for Christ's sake! Why make me accompany you? It's not like we have gazillion topics to talk about anyway, and we can barely scrape through a day without 5 arguments. So WHY. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU STILL WANT ME BY YOUR SIDE WHEN ALL I CAUSE IS DISTRESS AND FRUSTRATION? Just leave me with my own devices here and I'll be the happiest 19 year old on earth. But nah, you'd rather forsake the holiday and blame me for dampening your spirits than to leave without me.

I'm so so so so so heartbroken. Sigh. And I still have to figure out how to put it across to him without humiliating myself any further. FUCKING SHIT MY LIFE HAS TURNED OUT TO BE.

I don't think I can afford to have any friends anymore. So you guys better cut relations with me before I get too clingy-it'll be too messy for farewells then. |

about

Currently eighteen, and waiting for my angsty phase to run out. I'm a slave to books, to unfortunate circumstances like "exams" and "assignments". My expertise is my 100 decibel scream and barking laughter. I'm profoundly in love with NYC, and there isn't a second in which I don't wish for a life there.

This is not entertainment nor a place too seek for deep musings.This is the highly selective, highly biased, highly opinionated account of my life. I just write, as I feel. No, not think. Feel.

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