Whisky is the new dog that we adopted.
It didn't make the pain go away.
Whisky's cute & adorable. But all I could think was how much I miss Zipper.
It's true when they say that each time you think of the loved ones you've lost, the pain is more bearable.
Why? Because the mind & soul becomes numb to it all.
I still break down once in while.
I know some of you out there would think I'm crazy, or like ' what can't you just get over it.'
Haiz. Easier said than done I guess.
Anyways another bugging problem is......
As much as I say I don't care, I think I do.
But it's just so disrespectful & hurtful, when your own mother doesn't acknowledges you when after a whole day of work, you enter the room and say " Hi Mum".
And then silence....... (As if I am talking to myself or the walls of my parent's room).
I'm probably stubborn & waiting for things to happen.
But I am tired as well.
The whole second child syndrome just plays in my head
It's just very sad to know, your own mother does not have faith in most things that you do.
I don't want to prove her wrong, why?
Because aren't mothers suppose to have faith in their children no matter what?
Sighs. Ignore me.
Just needed to get these unwanted feelings out.
Am so not looking forward to the Japan flight. I have no idea why.
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