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Thursday, February 19, 2009, 1:21 AM
When you grow up, parents don’t really consider how something affects your feelings anymore.
You tell them something and they don’t empathize or listen or ask you why and what happened.
They give you this super practical answer which you know it yourself and start to raise their voice.
You don’t even hear a word of encouragement or why they think it’s the best for you.
All they think about is money and studies.
It’s as if they forgot you’re in your teens and you still need a life.
Or sometimes you may have something happy to tell them and they just give a nod.
I always regret telling my mum things about myself because I hate it when things have to go her way.
Maybe if I didn’t tell her and eventually I chose the practical way, I wouldn’t be so upset with myself because it’s ultimately my decision.
She didn’t affect me.
Now it’ll seem like I gave in to her and she’s right after raising her voice at me.
I don’t care if I slammed the door.
Now I’m stuck again.
I’ve been at the same junction for the second time.
And that’s more than enough because it’s like making the same mistake twice.
But I can’t deny that I’m a practical person.
I need more time.
You tell them something and they don’t empathize or listen or ask you why and what happened.
They give you this super practical answer which you know it yourself and start to raise their voice.
You don’t even hear a word of encouragement or why they think it’s the best for you.
All they think about is money and studies.
It’s as if they forgot you’re in your teens and you still need a life.
Or sometimes you may have something happy to tell them and they just give a nod.
I always regret telling my mum things about myself because I hate it when things have to go her way.
Maybe if I didn’t tell her and eventually I chose the practical way, I wouldn’t be so upset with myself because it’s ultimately my decision.
She didn’t affect me.
Now it’ll seem like I gave in to her and she’s right after raising her voice at me.
I don’t care if I slammed the door.
Now I’m stuck again.
I’ve been at the same junction for the second time.
And that’s more than enough because it’s like making the same mistake twice.
But I can’t deny that I’m a practical person.
I need more time.