how well do you really understand me? how well? must everything be clear to you only upon verbal communication, or in black and white?

i dun like that idea at all. not at all. its invasion to my privacy. to something that is ours. yes the things are dead, the things can be arranged nicely. but they dont go with my deco. they dont! and they dun belong here! they are an eyesore! I hate them!

i feel so wei qu. so wei qu. everything that is most important in a lifetime is being compromised. everything. so many unhappiness, so many. its so difficult to bottle them up and act okay. this is simply not iNg. the old iNg gets her ways, most wld give in to her whims and whines. but now, i am suffering. . maybe that explains why i dun feel like talking to you anymore.. physically close but as time grows, i am so tired of having to state everything so clearly. i wish you could read my mind more. i wish its true you place me above all. but obviously, its bullshit..

i hate everything. if i can choose again, maybe i wont go with this path. its beginning to weigh me down.. no longer happy.. this is not my home anymore. it has become their storage space.. and i am working hard to provide them the storage space.

ICUCIC U