Its been one rough weekend. Probably the most sad one in years. Not just one day, but 3 straight days of sad, painful misery. I cant really express how much pain i've felt in only 3 days...
Friday: First day of the Pain Weekend. I went to get my report book with my mom, only to see the dumbest marks an idiot could ever have. Mrs Koh keep tellin me about all the wrongs i've made and how i slacked in class (was that really necessary?!) When I left class my eye wouldnt blink and i hardly blinked.On the way home, mom told me she couldnt bear to nag anymore and she was sick of my failures. (although it was only one, but it was a freakin F9!!) The WHOLE day, i kept silent, feeling so miserable.. There was a sharp, horrible stabbing pain in my heart, and it lasted until night, which by then, a fever came on.
Saturday: Im still down with fever but i had to leave in the morning to take vids and pics of the Sec 2 camp. It really sucked, coz i had to follow keith around like a dog, in the hot sun, where i was struggling to continue on and hide my sickly expressions.. i survived the morning, but there's still one more day to go. Fever not going....
Sunday: Worst of the 3 days. I woke up, with a strange feeling that this day is just a dream. Early in the morning, mom said she had found out my DARKEST secret, ( i shall not elaborate ) and she starts giving me the donkey treatment. Shouts, screams, yells... i just cant argue no matter how much i wanted to. I ran out of the house, feeling both rage and anguish.. Things didnt change once i got back home again aft the camp ended.. that was the time when i a phrase popped up in my head, "Life is Living Hell" .... i dont know what it means but i dreamt it up.. things loosened up once mom decided to slowly forget the bad stuff and after she really saw how i regretted my wrongdoings. i prayed to the Almighty never to repeat my sins and change for the better. I never smiled since then.
Though Sunday started off pretty badly, it ended quite well.. thanx to my dearest <3<3 and the family reunion at night. Bad things, no matter how freakin crazy they are, they never last long. Especially when its something to do with family. There's always someone out there who would lend a hearing ear and provide a shoulder to cry on. Even if you are as stupid emo like me. Well, when everything is wrong, we move along. What else can i say?
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