Saturday, June 27, 2009
[[i feel great]]
So great like my worries seem to peak at all time high.
Thanks mum, for implying I'm stupid in a degrading tone which I hate that you use.
I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to Kor.
Thanks for saying I'm doing shit or not worrying about the move to Aussie.
Have you moved to a foreign country on your own for more than a month ?
Do you know what's it like to be studying and socialising with people my age?
Do you know I don't sleep at night worrying about the shitty things I can get into in Aussie?
All you say is "don't worry" and look at me like I'm such a weak child afraid to do anything. I'll admit I am that weak. I hate it. Thanks for rubbing it in my face.
Just because I'm not like Joy who knows every flight detail expenditure, the best apartments to stay in, places to go, doesn't mean I'm not worried.
And no, I did not recall you telling me oh, "use your credit card and buy your stuff"
I have to deal with a fucking scammer and I have to also deal with you and your temper which I have tolerated the whole day for.
I sound like a fucking brat who doesnt appreciate their parents, but I'm sorry I'm stressed, I'm leaving Singapore in less than a week, I have to deal with a shitty paypal dispute.
Why do I have to be weak?
Why do I have to be so afraid?
Why am I paranoid?
Why do I care so much about money?
Why can't I be a spoilt brat who spends away and not care about savings?
Piko blogged at 10:50 PM
