I never knew.

It's not even a week yet,
And I'm already feeling the strain.

This is the first time that I dread being in my own home, in my hometown.
I enjoy my freedom back in Singapore.
I can do anything, go anywhere, on my own.
I don't have to burden anybody,
Or even seek their help.


Also,
My parents, my father especially, can't understand me and my needs sometimes.
He always can point out my flaws.
It's a good thing, well at the first look.

But after a while,
It becomes a burden for me.
In his eyes,
Using my phone simply means I'm rude.
No matter where, or when.
It's like in front of him, I CANNOT touch my phone.
Seriously, that's how he makes me feel.
I've been trying not to use my phone too much.
I mean, I try, I really do!

It's just, I wanna talk to the person I wanna talk the most.
The person that I've been missing the whole damn time in here.
The person that is no longer here by my side.
And they just wouldn't understand.

Bloggie, what do you think they will say if I tell them I love her?
They'll say I'm stupid.
I'm immature.
That it's not right to have so much feelings poured out for someone whom you have only known for a few months.
That I'll regret it in the end if I sacrifice too much for her.

But I don't care!
I wanna learn it my way!
I WANT this feeling.
If I will regret it later, let me be!
At least, let me learn it on my own!
I'm fucking reaching 20.
Such a young age, I know.
But it's an age where I at least get to decide what to do with my own feelings!
And I don't even neglect anyone in the house.

My father's the only one feeling neglected, I guess.
He's always the one unhappy whenever I touch my phone.
Apparently, unlike my mom and brother, I hope, he reads too shallow into me.
He thinks I think only for myself, because I focus too much on my phone.
And I don't wanna be with the family.
Insane. He thinks that just by using my phone in front of him, I don't care about him.
I hate this!

You see, even now, as I sit at the dining table alone writing this note,
I can't seem to be at peace.
I have to be alert using my ears, if somehow he comes downstairs and finds me with my phone here.
He would just scold me, saying that I am an ignorant, ungrateful, spoilt kid who can spends too much time with my phone.
When all I want, is some peace of mind, writing this very note, on my own.
I used to have this every day.
Can't believe that I'm never gonna feel that peace ever again when my family is around.


I wanna feel that peace again.
Every day with my family, there surely is gonna be some trouble.
With my father, it's always some scolding.
Either because I talk too fast, too excitedly, so he thinks I can't be calm.
Or because I am careless.
I spill stuff, I knock into things.
Even small stuff.
He will say that I CANNOT, and NEVER control myself.
To the point that he doesn't trust me to even help him carry his stuff.
Yeah.
My bro is THE BEST, right dad?

My brother.
Is a suck-up to my dad.
He always manages to use the phone in front of him, but he never gets warned.
Funny right?
Even today, as I got scolded and ignored by my father for using my phone,
He sticked to him, he ignored me.
He followed what my father did: pretended I never existed.
Thanks bro.
To think that you'd stick by me.

But my mom is still the best. Seriously.
She often ends up like I do.
Becomes the victim for my father and brother's annoyance and anger for no apparent reason.
And you know what bloggie?
When both of them ignored me today, she was still the only one who sticked and talked to me.
She may be naggy, she is not perfect.
But she is the first woman that I love in my life.
The best mother I have ever known.

You didn't know how I felt bloggie.
I was forbidden to communicate with the one I miss so, so much.
And they even ignored my existence too.
Thanks to my mom I actually felt a lot better.


I'm bottling up everything.
In this family, I am not allowed to express what I truly feel.
I am not allowed to be myself.
I cannot be expressive and happy.
My father sees it as a sign of weakness.

In this house,
I have to be a people-pleaser.
A bootlicker.
I have to please my father.
And I have to stand my brother.
My mother and I to be exact.



I really like studying overseas now.
No.
I love it.