maryyy

Something that I haven’t been doing for the longest time ever. That is to pen down my thoughts. Life had been a roller coaster ride. Im sick of this. Im sick of every single time when I have to pen something down, it has to be my pathetic life. The cursed one.

Questions after questions running through my mind, “Why do I have to be born in this world with this kind of state I’m in?” It comes to the most important word, “WHY?” Why don’t I ever feel happy about my life. Why do I have to be put to misery after misery after misery. The perception of people regarding an only child is describe as someone who is carefree, lots of freedom and a very pampered individual. Know me, and I’ll tell you that I beg to differ.

Crisis between parents and a FUCKING stable job has been the most difficult journey I have ever come across. The pain of swallowing the fact that I declined the job offer recommend by the mother hasn’t subside till now. To be exact, it’s week 2 now. Why would I stay to the job that I barely knew the basic knowledge of it. Fuck that remuneration aside, I just need something that I’m comfortable of doing it, even if it means that I have to travel far. I have exactly 25 freaking days to prove her that I will get a fucking job. What kind of a deal is that?

I’m at a very confused state of mind and I need to straighten things out. I don’t need sarcasms to push me, or endless nagging that purely doesn’t mean a thing. All I need from a parent is just an emotional support. Nothing much, but a genuine one would mean a whole world to me. I guess, with cold hard cash being spread on the table right in front of their faces, would then just shut them up.

Catch up with ya’ll later.