busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
Sometimes i just need to get away from home so much, i refuse to go home so early, reluctant to go home from ira's, or something like that just to be away. I haven't bothered one bit to stop her from reading my texts, but she's all around telling and assuming about what's not, i just feel like breaking my phone and that it never existed, i'm always so casual at home when she starts reading my texts on my phone, i'd ask her to stop reading, and she always say "you're using my phone to call your friend, now i wanna use your phone" what a lame reason. I'm hurt because i use her phone to text when my prepaid's low, she's just reading my phone to intrude on my privacy and i hate that, because it makes me feel like home is no place for privacy. Sometimes i hate home so badly, that i feel like going out, even in the middle on the night. I don't know really, i feel like running so much but i know i can't, i respect her too much to do so. Why she's got this power to make me cry, why she's got this power to make me feel hopeless, why she's got this power to make my guard down, why she's got this power to make me feel dumb, why she's got this power over me, sometimes i just feel powerless- Because she's my mum.
Faddy and siti, or anyone else, add me ameeaz@hotmail.com