Miss me? Haha.
Right now, I have no mood to joke around. Why?
Because my family is officially a fucked up one. Can’t believe I’m saying this but I can’t keep it anymore. I screamed at Ibu just now. I just let it out. All the months that I think I can be there and support Ibu all the way is too much for me to handle.
Come on lah.
Dear Ibu,
I’m so sorry for yelling at you and ayah during dinner. But it’s too much. You always talk about Abang; it has always been his name coming out of your mouth ever since he moved out. But why do I get the feeling that you really miss him? I mean what parents doesn’t love their child right? But why do always say that you hate him? It’s not that I’m supporting him. I just had enough. Have you ever thought about my feelings? Every single time I hear his name from your mouth… what about mine? What about Ancik’s? Have you ever talked to Ancik about me? Have you ever talked about Ancik to me? It has always been Abang. And I know you don’t want to admit that you are always thinking about Abang every single minute/second.
Do you know that Ancik is trying his very best to get this fucking family back to normal? I just can’t wait until Abang is just gone. Because right now the thing that is making this family crash is Abang. Him and all his problems.
Ibu, I’m still young. Let me enjoy my share of joy. I don’t want to think too much. Every time I go home, only to hear you talk about him. Ibu and Ayah the same! You guys say all the bad things about him from years ago… you guys keep bringing up the past.
Ibu, you always remind me that I’m lucky to be this family but… most of the time… I kind of regret being here. Yes, we do have money… sufficient to keep our stomach full. Yes, we have food. Yes, we have the necessities. Yes yes yes. Always say that no wonder my friends like to come to my house.
But the thing is they do not know how life can be in this family.
No, to the unity in this family. What happened to the times we used to camp beside the beach as one family? This is just crap.
Ergh! How I wish I can tell this to someone who understands this…
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what we could have been, 3:00 AM.