If you’re here to tell me that I am wrong, then get the fuck out of here!!! I don’t need your advice, I don’t need counseling, and I don’t need your opinion. I only want someone to listen to me, understand me, and be with me…
Yeah, right, I just had a fight with my mom.. so I wrote this to ease a bit of pain..
Ever since I came into the world of teens, arguments with my mom are inevitable. Well, I know it’s perfectly natural. But what is deviant is that from our first clash until now, we never had reconciliation. Yes, NEVER. Everything was forgotten and buried alive. I never had the courage to tell her I’m sorry. What for? She never listens, she doesn’t care. I may be wrong, but I doubt it. We can’t even have a heart-to-heart talk, I know it stinks but I wanted to. I wanted to understand her, I wanted to know her better, I wanted to bond with her, but I never had the chance.. she never gave me a chance. I wanted to tell her that she’s the best mom in the whole world, but I couldn’t because it’s not telling the truth after all. And it feels like I don’t have a mom at all. Actually, though I still deny it and I hate to admit it, I envy my friends who are close and open to their moms. T_T
I understand that parents scold their children when a mischief or something wrong is done; and parent-daughter/son relationship should be preserved. But in our case, I don’t see an authoritative figure, who can guide me to the right path once I did something wrong. What I can see is a creature full of hate! We have been physically hurting each other, but that’s just a speck of pain. What hurts me the most is when she tells me things that you won’t even think a mom could tell her daughter. Our fight didn’t only bring me physical wounds, but it gave me a cut that was so deep. I don’t know if I’m on the road to healing, all I know is that I cry no more at the deep cut that was so painful before; or maybe I just became too resistant to her yells, coldness, anger and hatred. I’ve been too resistant for a long time. And now what?! The hell I could no longer contain it anymore. I wanted to burst. I wanted to cry my heart out!! But where?when?to whom? I have no home… I have no one to turn to… (if only my dad’s here with me.)
I may sound too impious. Call me wicked, walang utang na loob, suwail, or whatever you feel like calling me, but this is how I really feel. No one knows how I feel. No one understands me.
I am weak, I know it. I’m trying to be brave by hiding what I truly feel, I would rather keep everything in me(maybe that’s why only a few understands me), I wear a mask unnoticed by many; but I realize it’s not me at all. What most people see in me is that I am astig, wala lang, cool, relaxed, happy-go-lucky, as if I don’t have any problem at all; but what they don’t see and only a few could see is that behind this kaastigan and blithe appearance, lies a very very weak person, a person who is UNCONSCIOUSLY running away from her problems. Sad, but it’s true. If only I can be vocal, if only I can scream, if only I can express myself to someone through any means, but I just can’t do it. Something’s hindering me from doing so. Maybe, ayaw ko lang yung kinakaawaan ako.. or maybe I’m just afraid to voice out what I feel, and end up knowing that no one understands me. I sounded like a paranoid, right?
That’s why this is my only way to express my feelings, where no one can see me, no one can hear me, no one can see me in pain.
DAMN IT!!!! PUTA!!! LECHENG BUHAY TO!!!! SHIT!!!
…at least now… I feel better…
this blog somehow helped me… kulang pa… amf pasumbag!!!!