people are so mean. every word they say, makes me sad. rasa mok merajuk. sometimes i do feel like merajuk with semua human beings kat dunia tok. i feel like i want to lock up myself in my room. i don't want to see the world anymore. and after few hours/days when i think i'm already okay, they would come again and throw those nasty and mean words to me. this is not about pms. this is not about being over sensitive. but this is me. being me.
i still remember last year, i brought my backpack along with me when i went shopping with my sisters. they laughed at me. maybe because i looked so kuno. why is it so hard being me? why i cant be myself? i prefer to have loads of backpacks rather than handbags. why are they so mean?
i bought an ukulele last week. but all my sisters laughed at me and said how silly i am to buy that. but my friend, M, supports me. M said "maybe next time we can do jamming session". this is so sad, when someone you barely know encourages you. and someone you know since you were born stabs you at your heart. remember sisters, when you bought that fish wires thingy, did i laugh at you? did i say it's nonsense? oh remember when you bought a very expensive handbag, did i say it's a waste of money? although i don't fancy expensive stuff (except expensive stuff). And when you bought loads of stickers that you could open a business? Did i say anything mean about that? i dont't think so.
shit, why am i being so emo now.
