What the...

Is it just me,or is my mum the hardest person to get along with? Why is it always so difficult to talk to her,even just to be around her?? Why do I always feel so uncomfortable and restricted whenever she is around? I always feel like walking away,just to avoid her...ughx...sounds mean,I know,but I can't help it! It's just such an involuntary reaction *sighs*

Phone call from my brother who just came back from his holiday in A'Famosa(which she would normally jump up to answer),but unfortunately she was stuck in the toilet. So I answered,and called for her. All she yelled back was that she was in the toilet,so naturally I presumed she would be done soon,and told my bro to keep on the line since she would be out soon...or so I thought. Five minutes,still not out,and my brother started to worry(because it's per minute billing for his phone charges) yet I told him to stay awhile more. Called for her and was again answered with,"Wait lah! In toilet lah!" Fine. Talked to him abit,asked about the holiday,what he did,what he ate etc...Five minutes stretched to ten...and she's not out yet! My brother started getting anxious and I called again,this time,she screamed back,"Bathing lah!" And that was when I realised she was not coming out anytime soon...and my bro had to pay for ten minutes worth of crap time! WTH! if she had told me earlier that she was showering,I would have told him to put down long ago! Of course I got scolded later,just for "screaming" when she was showering.*rolls her eyes*

I’m sick of routine,
sick of the lies,
sick of always hiding the tears
I want to cry.
Silently wishing that life
will suddenly end.
The pain is overwhelming
and I can no longer pretend,
that I’m really happy.
I can’t hold onto that fake smile,
can’t take being thrown around,
it seems like my heart is so fragile.
I feel myself slipping,
being sucked into the whirl-pool of lies,
being trapped in this world,
where I want to die.
I feel like I’m unable to face the truth...
Do you know what its like
to walk by a crowd,
knowing they all hate you?
I’m fighting a battle I just can’t win,
I feel like all I am,
isn’t worth a thing.
I feel the light slowly fading,
as the sun sets in the sky.
But I’m living this life,
where happiness is a lie.
I’m sick of hating all that life is,
I’m sick of this.