well we quarrelled again.
the thing is,
it's only a small matter but because i had tweeted them,
so she got furious.
i tweeted something rude.
it is so much less than a foul word,
but she just yell at me saying i scolded her with foul words in twitter.
but the thing is, i wasn't even talking about her,
i was referring to my life,
& she was like do.not.explain.
oh well .

dad said i shouldn't throw tantrum at her, in this house,
well because we know how is her charcater.
so i said i know i couldn't do so at home, so i went on to twitter.
and he said i shouldn't throw tantrum at all.
say what ?
i'm not a saint.
i have feelings, i have temper.
so why does everyone effing gets to express their dissatisfaction but not me.
my sisters does that, no one said a thing.
because they are much more polite than me ?
oh yes and their grades are way better than me.
so results is in the picture now.
the affect of education & results in someone's upbringing.
crap.

i'm stubborn.
i do things my way.
i don't like to be ordered and to be told.
you don't like, it's your problem.
i don't live to please everyone of you.
my way of living,
why do you have to interfere at all ?
it's not the first time i'm complaining bout this issue here.
i remembered one big quarrel we had last year,
during this time because i used foul word-on her-she insisted i did-on my blog.
well glad that no one has my link now.

and so today.
being at home, is like being trapped with a ticking time bomb.
i use the word trapped, because i have nowhere to run to when it explodes,
and definitely, i didn't choose to be there when it explodes.
you'll never know when anyone of them gets mad and yell and scream with doors banging,
seriously ?
my life. my dramatic life.
i love my home, but being here stress the crap out of me,
because i have to do what they want,
live the way they want me too.
and i can't say a word about it.
when it's on my blog, i get yelled at.
when it's on my twitter, i get screamed at.
expressing at home, it's like finding your own death.
not a soul understands, truth to be told.

anyway everything went well,
acted like nothing happened.
i'm grateful that i didn't get shouted at today :)











listening to Be Alright now,
the comfort i can feel,
& the tears that starts flowing :)



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