Sunday, December 02, 2007, 12:22 AM
My parents would rather bring over the ugliest, most useless clothes to "make rags", than to bring over a toaster.
a toaster.
that toastes stuff you know?
Reheats stuff?
They didnt want to bring it over because it was "too bulky".
We're in a new hse now.
It's all foreign to me.
This whole episode is despairing.
Really despairing.
I like having space to myself.
I like having my own space.
Myspace.
I havent had a room all to myself for 19 years.
But I have had my little corner. My Bed, my table etc.
Now I have no bed. No Table.
I have
4 plastic containers
1 luggage bag.
That's all.
That's what I can call mine.
And that's what I'm keeping together,
trying to create my own little space,
right at the corner of a room.
Because I really really really need my own space.
Even if its just a corner.
I need something.
Because its all so
depressing,
despairing,
frustrating,
tiring.
And so,
to a certain "uncle sam".
I'd really appreciate it if you stop adding to my woes,
with your "concerns" and snooping around.
It seems to me that you're trying to create something out of nothing.
You may care for the team,
but you're not a player,
and you're not at every training etc.
I am at trainings.
I've got 8/10 for trainings,
congratulate me.
I'm there,
not because I want to,
not because I love it!.
So don't drag me into anything behind my back,
especially when now,
Im just minding my own business,
playing my own game.
Talk is overrated.
Ellen has wise words,
Just Do It.
let’s doodle
