31 August 2011

The Other Truth

What a hit upon the head, to be told that all those kindness and understanding were granted upon me to spoil me.
          Especially when, all this time, I thought you really understand.

What a slap on the face, to have you laid out all your expectation, without really asking what I want.
          Or maybe you did, in a passing.
          Or maybe, giving you the benefit of doubt, I didn't hear it.

What a kick to the stomach, to know that you think I am "strong".
          Have you ever look deeper?
          Or even try to?
          Delve inside my soul, mind and heart??

I was in total disbelief.
You could not imagine, how tempted I was, to blurt out what I felt; what was happening to me.

I have relapsed.
With this raging anger and constant foul mood, what I can expect?
         
How would you react, I wonder?
Would you kill me then? Or maybe now?


Loving you,
And hating you,
Lina.

What A Demeaning Situation.

One man's junk is another man's treasure.


But an act of charity was seen as a waste of resources.
          Just thinking about it makes my heart boils.


I did not, do not and will not donate my things just because I feel no more need of them, or because I can not take care of them anymore.
          The mere thought of it; HOW REPULSIVE!
          And to think, that the person I hold high and dear to my heart thinks that way; I am at total loss.

Never again, I hope, I make a mistake of talking.
          Never again, like you said, wasting your money; I'll just swim off the ocean, and you can save the money for my wake.
          A gruesome and rash thought, I know. Hopefully you understand that I need to vent this anger before I combust.
          But never think that this is just a one-off saying from a spoiled-brat.

With Love,
Lina.