you think you're perfect. but you're really not. you've never ever given me a chance to explain my side of the story. ever. and it hurts because i know it's useless to try to say or do anything. you always seem to only see the bad in me. and hardly ever acknowledge the good. it hurts when you accuse me of things you just don't understand. you don't know the whole picture and yet you pretend like you do. you probably think i'm dysfunctional and crazy. but you just don't understand. you don't know how much i keep inside. keeping all my displeasures and pain from you. not letting you know. because all the times i try telling you how i really feel. all you ever do is put me down. all you ever do is tell me that i'm wrong. and that the fault lies wit me. you say to me "what's wrong wit you?". then can i ask "what's wrong wit YOU?". have you ever taken a look at yourself? have you ever seen yourself in action? have you ever experienced the brutality of the things you say? no. you haven't. i've tried to accept you the way you are. and i do. i know nothing in this world will change who you are to me. i will love you and always respect you. but sometimes i really resent you. sometimes i hate you so much. and sometimes i never want to see you again. i don't know what you expect of me. coz it seems like nothing i do is ever enough.

maybe it's just the emotional time of the month again. or maybe there's too many things left unsaid that had to be released. i'm resigned to my fate. i feel it's pointless to argue. it'll only make things worse. so i'll keep my mouth shut. and hope for the best.