have you ever been emotionally abused?
well, i have just experienced it.
by who? by my beloved family.


amazing huh? i think this would be my third time
posting on something which makes me sad.
if you're reading this, maybe you would feel the same way at home
if you don't. you are one Fluky Freak.


This was what happened,
my beloved sister(rouqin-the-bitch) came home early today
at around 7.30p.m unusually. usually she would come home at 10.30p.m
and when she went home, she wanted her dinner(like she was the queen)
but too bad, we had our dinner outside. And we thought she would come home
like damn late so we didn't buy any food for her.
just as we were walking back home,
that bitch called my handphone and said
"ehh! where you all go?"
me: we go eat dinner lah. you at home ah?
the bitch: wa lao! then got buy for me!?
me: no lah! i thought you come home late mah!
the bitch: --------------------
told you she was a bitch, she hung up on me!


so my mom and i decided to buy some food outside our house and we didn't know
what to buy for her, so i called the bitch.
is she a bitch or what, she didn't answer for like 3 calls(which i called)
so, we decided NOT to buy anything for the bitch.

went home, saw the bitch.
i took out my chips, decided to give it to her.
put it near her arm.
guess what she did?
she threw the whole packet to her bed and during the proccess, she scratched my hand
now, my hand is so totally disfigured.
it's so freaking ugly and pain that i have to use water to wash it(to disinfect it)
use the cotton wool dipped in the medicated oil and applied it on the SCAR .

was it pain? you try it.
used a plaster to cover the freaking scar.

i was crying, duh.
who wouldn't.
one bitch not enough, this jerk came and said this,
" stop crying lah, cry as if you're dying like that."
luckily my mom ain't that worse, but she did scold me, for being kind.
why? cannot cry issit? against the law or what?
law number what? in what book?
can't tell me? then shut up and go AWAY.

Think i care about the things you said?(i really do.)
I was trying to think of happier times with my family
but, there was none.
all i could think of is the way my father treats me, how my mom treats me an how the bitch treats me.
and all i did was to cry even more.
can't they think properly?
i am more down-to-earth than that bitch.
and i bet you that in future, i'll be giving you both monthly allowances
ALOT, that bitch? not that sure.
think maybe their wills were drawn up to give the bitch more assest than me.
who cares, i can earn them myself.

be strong? i don't think i can.
now i fully understand why people commit suicide.
they feel lonely, no one was there to care for them at the most important time.
everyone was biased against them, they think everyone hates them.
how do i know?
i felt that just now.
I really thought of myself going to the top floor(30th) and just jump down
to end all my troubles.

but, no.
I cannot end my life just like that.
I need to earn alot of money, i need to fall deeply in love, at least once.
I need to let myself be prominent and respected.


now? that bitch threw my things out(my bedsheet, my pillow, my blanket etc.) our of MY room.
so, i took out the extra bed and pulled it into the study room
to spend the night, or maybe the rest of my life.
as no one ever cares whether sleeping on the floor will hurt my back or not.


these people in my family are mad.
very mad. mad about that bitch.