Sunday, 14 March 2010

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My Birthday is in 2 days time and I am not even looking forward to it. It is not even about growing a year older. It is about how everything just sucks big time. Birthday? What Birthday when 3/4 of the time I am always wondering why I was even born. I'd rather be a pet to some owner than to be the daughter of my parents. Yea, that is what is in my head in that 3/4 of the time.

They have slogged from me and all and I greatly appreciate it but there is a reason for all that. They look after us means we should only live by their rules . However old you are, your rights as an individual is NEVER respected. It is always "you follow what I do , or don't stay here" Yea, not once not twice, but a couple of times.

The most recent? Today. Just because someone converted to be a christian does not mean that I have to convert also. So if the next day you convert to Islam, I am supposed to throw away my Christianity and follow suit? Just because I live in you DAMN BLOODY FREAKING HOUSE?

I believe in Hinduism and that is my right and who the heck are you, father or not, to tell me that I am not supposed to follow it and have to throw whatever I bring back from the temple?

Shall I throw your treasured bible away? ARGH!

And that useless human that calls herself MOTHER. I do not even want to go on. The BIG guy is up there watching and one day, both your eyes will open.

OPEN your eyes and see how beautiful your children are. How different we are from those around our age groups instead of always picking on our faults and condenming us for everything.

We are not dogs you know? When you say cannot talk means cannot talk. Want to watch tv, you comment but who sits and hog it the whole damn day?

Do every damn crap for you and you walk out of the house and disappear the whole day.

The both of you will surely send me to my grave early. Either that or I may be the next to book myself into IMH. ARGH! Both of you make me sick. I do not know who is worse.

You both take turns to wear that crown.

And we are called ungrateful.

Happy Birthday? More like Happy SHITday.

Signing Off On|Sunday, March 14, 2010|

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