Loud music has therapeutic power.
Idiotic assholes piss me off badly. They claim that they voice out their opinions and challenge the authority. Fuck you. You have always been a meek individual and it'll always stay that way. Just cos the discussion didn't go too well and your cash provider is giving you the cold shoulder doesn't mean that you've tried your best. You ought to find a more accurate definition of trying your best.
I haven't been getting any fuckin single cent ever since I had the major dispute with my dad 2 weeks back and I don't even give a damn. Some crap on the other hand, had just stop speaking normally to the parents and is making a big fuss, feeling guilty. MY GOD. Grow up la.
Your crazy mofo folks have psychoed you into believing that talking to the opposite sex is wrong. A taboo. A sin. Unless it's discussion with regards to academic work. Even with that, they're constantly lurking nearby, hoping to catch you red handed when you speak of something else. Conversations must never include the definition of the male species, i.e "him", "he" or any male names. As a result, "him" becomes "her", getting me all bloody confused with the conversation. Sissy names would also have to be given to hide the identity of the guy.
Who's fault is it? Yours. Not your parents. You chose to oblige and go along with what mommy and daddy say even NOW. I'm not trying to say you're suppose to oppose everything they say. But it's high time you ought to start thinking for yourself, having a life of your own. Not spend an indefinite amount of time, doing what your parents expect of you. What's the difference being 18 and being 8? Being 18 means you go to your parents for advice when the road ahead seems bleak. Being 8 means you listen to your parents cos what they say must be right(at that point of time). You obviously live in a 18 year-old's body, with intelligence of an 18 year-old, but other than that, you're still 8. It's obvious.
Are you telling me you're gonna let mommy dear control your life to the extent of choosing where you're gonna study, who and when you can date? Grow your backbone and stop being so dependant. It's you, who will suffer in time to come. I'm saying this blatantly and I don't care. People who know me well will also know that I speak from my heart. Can't take criticisms? Too bad for you. I thought you already knew me well enough.
I hate it when people come up to me asking, "who are you refering to in your post?" It's my blog. I say what I want and I don't have to answer to anyone but myself. Gossipy news can be shared. This isn't gossip. So I appreciate you give me my privacy. How ironic. It's meant to be private and yet, it's posted black and white on my blog.
I'm just disappointed at the fact that my plans have to be burnt. Cos of some spastic shit who thinks that she's still "my baby girl".
Don't take this as a personal attack. I never meant it that way.

*Up yours
Stop your whine
Feelin' swell
And I'm doin' fine
Yeah fuck your suicide
It's all bullshit 'cause I tried
And it really don't impress me all that much
->Goo Goo Dolls, *smile*