Hate is a strong word. I am not fond of using it often, but since the past few weeks it's been appearing in my mind and coming out of my mouth quite commonly. Today, the word is associated with my mom. I hate the fact that she's not like how most moms are- supportive, understanding and just like a best friend. A few years ago, I thought she has changed. I thought she was more approachable and that I could tell her anything and everything under the Sun. Thank goodness that I did not because today, she kind of removed a part of her mask (I hope you get what I am trying to say). I felt like as if I was backstabbed.
My parents was telling me about my university thing (again) and that if I can't get into LSE, I will have to go back Singapore and do A&F there which will be really horrid... I don't want to leave UK. I don't want to go back to Singapore because I will have to live with my mom and I don't like that. It really upsets me that they are not able to see that there are other good universities here in the UK. They kept on insisting in London which really doesn't have many good universities which offers A&F.
Sigh, life is unfair and we have no choice but to accept it. I hate this. I hate everything about myself. I wish I was a boy.
Something about me
- Inggrid
- London, United Kingdom
- Bonjour! You can tempt me with fun (e.g. shopping spree), delicious tarts and my boyfriend's hug. Very, very indecisive but is capable of making very snappy decisions when angsty. I like having company around, especially close ones. I am growing a distaste for flying solo. Enjoys doing ordinary things such as shopping , cooking or building castles in the air. Oh yes, & eating yummy delights too!
P.S. nightsky :)
P.P.S. tamago sushi ♥
P.P.P.S. I respect honesty.