In the past you always thought they were the one. They made you feel safe and warm. The seconds,minutes,hours and days that you shared with them in the past made it feel like you found who you were meant to be with. You gave them your heart and they gave you theirs. Together, you two seemed to be…
Read it and listen.
Then You Say…
That you wonder if I will go at Canada with you, my sister, and grandma.
I am shocked as fuck. But this is what I think… some of me say yes and some of me say no. My choice is… go at Singapore with my dad or Canada with mom. Too young for decide for stay at this country. I think of my sister… I think of the answers that I need. I think of a lot with both side… I have time for think but… I do not know what for chose… what do I do? I feel am stress… maybe anxiety. lol. I think… that I will try Canada…
Ok. This is what will try for at least… go at Canada. If do not work out with live with my mom then will get a apartment. I will do grade 12 for finish high school with term 2… if can get the English class and pass rest of classes then can graduate. Get a job and shit at same time. At the Summer I go at Singapore with my dad.
This is the plan A. If it do not work then… Plan B I will go at Singapore early. Blah…
And Then You Ask To Me…
If ever think of live at Canada again. I said maybe someday this will be but I do not know. Maybe no.
My Mom Talk With Me Yesterday.
First time for… lol shit uhh.. how long? Little more then one year—14 month. I said that I never want for talk to you again when you go but still listen with what you say today.
Was not what I expect. Most of the time you feel bad? Did not show… I do not believe it. You are scared of me? Maybe you have a ok reason for think it… if did not know me. And you do not… because if do you will know that I am not dangerous… I am not mean. I like people… I like hugs and cuddle when feel ok. I do not like for fight at all serious… if feelings I hurt this make me sad. Even if do not like a person I will not wish bad for. wish that the person will learn lesson… and sometimes need something bad for learn. I am not a monster… just a 18 year old guy. Yep… with fact you are my mom. with my life you are not. Still I do not like you.
So… my sister is sad every day because I am not there? She is so trouble for you now because mad? I see. Maybe you deserve this… but my sister is not bad girl. She do this shit for make you mad. You are a bad mom… she is a good girl.
