Sunday, September 30, 2007

Random Encounters : The Prodigal Son

I really hate it when people give overstated remarks over simple things like calling you "bobo" and "tanga" when you only just commit so little faults like when you forgot to open the door for them or when you accidentaly pour water on the floor.  It really sucks.  I'm experiencing this kind of treatment eversince I became aware of everything.  Too bad I receive this kind of treatment from the people who are responsible of bringing me into this world.

I snapped.  22 years and I can't handle the humiliation and embarassment whenever they call me names, shouting that the neighbors can hear everything that she said to me.  And now I'm the Prodigal Son, for broaching what I feel. 

I'm the Prodigal Son and I'm slowly turning to a monster. . . again.

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