why are you always picking on me?
you’re always picking about something. something about me.
why me ?

do you really hate me that much?
you constantly compare me with my cousin sisters, why is that so?
is there really nothing about me for you to be proud of?
i live my own life, you don’t expect me to follow everything you want me to be.

you just have to accept the fact that your daughter, ME is not an A-student.
nor am I a daughter who wakes at 8am, sleeps at 10pm.
work 6 days a week or whatsoever.
Sorry to disappoint you, i really am not that kind of person.

same goes to you.
i just have to accept that you will never give me allowance anymore and seriously, i accepted all the shits from you long ago.
i know you like to pick on me, well fine i try to keep quiet. i tolerate.
but can you please tolerate with me too.

can you like please. PLEASE stop comparing me with anybody else.
if you cant become the mother i wish to have, don’t force me to become a daughter that i cant be.
do you know how much i envy some girls, who can go shopping with their mom. who can laugh and talk.
where the mom will give hugs and kisses.
i know you aren’t like that, which is also why i never force you to be one.

i’m not that bad, am i?
i did not smoke, i did not do drugs, and i can’t even drink.
all i do is go out with my friends because they make me laugh, they make me happy.
there’s a reason why i never like to stay at home.
every time you saw me, you find faults in what i did or what i did not do.

mom, i’m a human.
human make mistakes and sometimes all i did is i forgot to take my hanging clothes from the bathroom.
i forgot, not that i don’t want to.

why can you forgot to turn off the gas stove and i cant forgot about things?
you cant blame me for loving dad more .he never compare me with anyone, he never said any harsh words like you did.
i’m the best for him but yet, for you i’m the worst.

i don’t know what kind of a person i am to you. never dare to ask anyway.
you might think that i’m those happy go lucky girl who never gives a shit about anything, who only knows how to go out and hang out with friends, do shits with friends and whatnot.
im an emo girl, i doubt if you even know that.
i cry a lot and most of the time, i can turn to no one but friends. i doubt if you know that too.

you always seems like you dislike me a lot.
i sometimes wonder, will you be a tad bit happier if i’m gone.
i remember you once said, take a bigger knife and cut yourself, small ones cant kill you..
i remember it till this very day. i remember every single shit you say to me.

it’s like, i wanted to say good morning to you.
but sometimes, i don’t even feel like talking to you anymore.
i guess you’ve no idea how much hurt you bring to me.

and you know what, i have the urge to show this to your bf so he can let you know, how exactly i am feeling.
i’ll never say all this straight to your face, i’ll probably cry till i cant say a single word.

and i too remember, you said.. i cry because i want people to sympathize me.
no mom, that is because i cant control my tears.
i don’t need anyone’s sympathy.

I’m a very superstitious girl.
And as I’ve always mentioned, a very paranoid girl as well.

You put a fengshui master or psychic or anyone who has the ability to so call read the future, I’ll turn myself into a little girl and ask non-stop.
Just that day, I was sitting with some friends and so happen one of them have the ability to read, sort of like a fengshui master.
I asked non-stop. What does my ear say about me? What does my nose say about me? What does my forehead say about me? I pay so much attention to what he said. I think I pay more attention to him than my lecturers, wtf.

Then I asked him, what will I be in the future. He said housewife.
I wanted to be a housewife actually. I’ve always wanted to stay at home and cook dinner while waiting for the husband to come back.
But then again if I were to be a housewife, what about my dream?

My dream of becoming the world-famous fashion designer. I sometimes feel like laughing at myself for dreaming the impossible. Me? Fashion designer? World famous? I must be kidding.
I can’t even draw. I’m not even creative.
Yah, that’s why it’s called a dream cause I’m dreaming.

I asked him if I can be a designer. He said, ‘Never mind. Mass comm is good for you. Designer, cant lar.’
My heart sank straight away. I hope he didn’t notice that.
I asked him again hoping that he’ll tell me something different this time.
He showed me an example, ‘You see like this guy siting opposite of you, he can be a great designer if he wants to. He’s got his own way. He wont bother what you tell him, he’ll just do what he wants.’

Then I thought to myself, I’m not like that. I bother what others say. I’m always a follower, not leader.
I follow trend, I don’t create the trend. I just follow.
Whereas designer is the creator, not follower. If you ask me to draw, I cant. I’ll go blank, I don’t know what to draw. But if you ask me to copy, I can.

Is this the reason why I cant be a designer?
You know, at the beginning of this post I wanted to say I don’t care whether others tell me that I can or I cant, I’ll still go for it. For I believe that if I really work hard, I can get what I want. Or at least I fail knowing that I try my best.

But my emoness fail me once again. I feel like letting go my dream. I feel like telling myself to stop dreaming and just do what I already am doing. Finish my damn degree and work 9-5, or worst still 9-10.

What more, I have to go earn money for the course if I really want to study design.
It makes it even more harder than it already is.

But I don’t want to be a nobody. I want to be a somebody. I don’t wanna be just another girl you know.
I’m afraid to try. I’m afraid to fail. Yet I don’t wanna be a nobody.
So contradicting.

I no longer know what I want. I don’t even believe in myself anymore.