Sunday, 23 August 2009

im not a kid, don't tell me what to believe.

im not a kid, don't tell me what to believe.

 

It's wrong of me sleeping late during hols.

It's wrong of me to ton the whole night becos i've got no place to sleep

It's wrong of me to use com the whole night bcos my sis's hogged up the room with her friends

 

It's right of her to smoke in the house.

It's right of her to bring home her friends & smoked in air-conditioned room.

It's right of her to attempt to make me die from being a passive smoker.

It's right of her to smoke, take drugs, sniff glue, as long as she's willing to go home.

 

If that's your so called way of helping her,

Wow, you're a darn good mother.

 

p.s. i'll find a place where i can call my own. Where i'll say "Home sweet home". A home, instead of just a house. When that happens, i'll no longer look back.

 

 

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