TODAY.
i cried. in front of dad. for the first time in my life, i tried to stand up for myself and spoke back to dad. all this while, whenever he scolded me with harsh words, i kept quiet. never tried to fight back. but today, i feel the need to voice out my feelings. but i stood up in a gentle waee. sorry if i was rude. but i feel that being a sister. and elder sister, i shud correct what she did. WAS I WRONG? -crys.
den i cried again. while i was watching anak metropolitan. the moment she cried and spoke to her parents about the pain she suffered as a child with an incomplete amount of love compared to her siblings. it happens just like dat. i cried.
lately, i haven been thinking about notorious stuff.
-WHAT IF I SHOPLIFTED.
-WHAT IF I GOT PREGNANT.
-WHAT IS I GOT INVOLVED IN A GANG.
-WHAT IF I WAS ASSAULTED.
-WHAT IF I WAS AN ADOPTED KID.
-WHAT IF I HAD A TERMINAL DISEASE.
sighs. i shudder thinking about this.
