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Sunday, May 31, 2009
~ Sunday, May 31, 2009 ~
Recently another employee's 2 yr old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. Jen's granduncle passed away cos of that. Why is life so vulnerable? And people who are living might not even cherish what they have at present. That's so ironical.
She's almost hopeless. I took half a day, just wanting to solve it. In fact give her a good thrashing, but again whenever my eyes are on her, I somehow became speechless. Those crude words which was supposedly thrown out of my mouth fell back. How? Tell me what to do. Please advise me.
WHY can't things go back like before?
WHY she can't learn from her lessons?
WHY don't she tune herself back on track to make life easier for all of us?
Her gradual changes had made us so immune to the life we're having now. We received all kinda news almost every half a year. That explains that she didn't love us as much as she should. Of course if we look at the brighter side of life, there are certainly others who are leading life worse off than me. Yet that wouldn't give me a better reason for living life so. I hate the life I'm having. Being the eldest, how much emotions am I handling? How much matters am I overseeing. since young. Who will understand? Who will care.
FUCK SHITS