Everybody talks (too much)

I'm sitting here like,

contemplating whether to go out and run some errands considering that today is mom's b-day.

I honestly planned to surprise her after she gets home from tea break.

But no, our moods are ruined.

It's quite funny how you can actually be yourself when you're at home but not entitled to really have feelings and are supposed to take anything that's thrown at you.

Because that's how I feel.

When nobody's at home, I feel like my complete self and I feel downright comfortable.

When I'm happy, I dance or laugh to myself without anyone thinking that I'm crazy.

When I'm sad, I cry without having to think of a reason to tell anyone why.

When I'm angry, I scream without having anyone to tell me to shut up or slam my table without anyone finding me a nuisance. I don't vent my anger or frustrations at anyone at home.

Even when there're people at home and I don't feel good I just go to sleep or keep quiet.

(unless my solitude is disrupted)

I naively thought that the people you love and/or the people who love you wouldn't hurt you.

But I came to a realization that the people who love you will eventually hurt you more because loving them already entitles them chances to affect you.

Just because of a cup of milk for breakfast... and you...

Can you at least make up your mind whether you want to be nice or not?

I can't adapt to your moods so quickly.

I am told to appreciate whenever people talk to me nicely.

Why? Because most of the time you just come across to me as frustrated whenever you're talking to me.

Is that why?

I'm always expected to understand, help out, understand, help out.

I must be a superhuman.

Your money can't buy me happiness.

This happened plenty of times and I should by now get used to it.

God, help me.