Felt
I wish I can tell you how much I love you right on your face everysingle day and tell you how much I really really care about you without feeling ackward about it.
It hurts when I know I dissapointed you. It hurts me when I couldn't take care of you. It hurts knowing you had done so much for me yet there is little I can do to return that.
It hurts me even more seing what you had done good for other people with sincere amicable intentions did only bring you disaster and betrayal. For once I wanted to cruely torture and kill those rotten ass bastards, they don't even deserve to live as a piece of shit.
It hurts to see those graceful kind elegant face had turn into worries and frowns.
Those gentle pride that I adore, that great feeling of achievement that once you had, those strong confident smile that once you carried.
It broke my heart knowing those were all gone.
If only I can get you that ridiculuously expensive anti-aging cream that you used to wear, those annual holidays trips you always wanted, that car you loved so much and babysit for 10 years but sold it, those monthly facial treatment that you used to have, that new badminton racket you've been eyeing for.
Its tearing me apart watching you stinge so much for yourself now knowing that you used to buy the best the greatest grandest things you can afford for us in the past.
If only-if only-if only I can change things and do something significant to turn the table around.
You deserve a fucking good life from those ridiculously hardwork that you done in the past.
To Mom and Dad.
With love,
Me.
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P.S. Honestly, It irks me to hell seeing other people I know taking granted of their rich parents, feel like slapping their face with their parents trust fund notes, and poking extra holes on their butt with my pointy stilletos. What a pain in a neck.
Don't get me wrong, I do give my biggest respect to those that appreciate their blessings and never take things for granted.
It hurts when I know I dissapointed you. It hurts me when I couldn't take care of you. It hurts knowing you had done so much for me yet there is little I can do to return that.
It hurts me even more seing what you had done good for other people with sincere amicable intentions did only bring you disaster and betrayal. For once I wanted to cruely torture and kill those rotten ass bastards, they don't even deserve to live as a piece of shit.
It hurts to see those graceful kind elegant face had turn into worries and frowns.
Those gentle pride that I adore, that great feeling of achievement that once you had, those strong confident smile that once you carried.
It broke my heart knowing those were all gone.
If only I can get you that ridiculuously expensive anti-aging cream that you used to wear, those annual holidays trips you always wanted, that car you loved so much and babysit for 10 years but sold it, those monthly facial treatment that you used to have, that new badminton racket you've been eyeing for.
Its tearing me apart watching you stinge so much for yourself now knowing that you used to buy the best the greatest grandest things you can afford for us in the past.
If only-if only-if only I can change things and do something significant to turn the table around.
You deserve a fucking good life from those ridiculously hardwork that you done in the past.
To Mom and Dad.
With love,
Me.
************************************************************************************************
P.S. Honestly, It irks me to hell seeing other people I know taking granted of their rich parents, feel like slapping their face with their parents trust fund notes, and poking extra holes on their butt with my pointy stilletos. What a pain in a neck.
Don't get me wrong, I do give my biggest respect to those that appreciate their blessings and never take things for granted.
posted by Bitter chocolate @ 2:22 AM
2 Comments:
At 5:32 PM,
Anonymous said…
keep u the blogging lis..!! i like it :)
At 5:35 PM,
Anonymous said…
Thanks gal!
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