Goodbye.

Did you think i missed that tone of condemn when i showed unwillingness to go get that stupid plate fried rice home for your son?

Oh your precious precious dear son.
No worries for food or anything when he is visited by the troublemaker, instant noodles deemed too unhealthy for his current precarious state. Had steaming hot meal lay out for him whenever as needed, house constantly stocked with food just in case he gotten hungry.

That make me look like i come from the mud in comparison. Really.
Pardon me for sounding like a jealous stepsister now,but how could i not be?.

So here i am, ill for a whole week and still coughing while i sit here waiting for his fried rice to be ready for me to take home and set in front of him.

Maybe he really does come from her womb and i am from the filth and rags.

Else why do i have no one to coax me , to care for me when i down?.

No one cares if i had eaten or not, or if i am well.
Dwelling down to the simple yet upsetting conclusion that make my throat tightens up the way it does when i am sad.

No one simply care.

Not for me, anyways.
I was right all along, who do i have except for myself?.

Its only on that day, when the doctor said i may be ill with a deadly disease, only then did your shed some tears and questioned about the lack of concern until the very last minute. Only then did your regretted temporarily and i could only mock at your crocodile tears. yes those meant nothing to me for your reverted back to your old selves anyways. no repent no nothing.

So i think i will give up so they can no longer hurt me anymore.
So i can finally stop comparing when i don't see myself the same as him.

& i dont hate him at all, its the unjust i hated.

And i finally found the reason why i am so frustrated with you for these few days.
I think i do know now

It just suddenly hit on me that..
You can't be bothered to know me at all.

I am afraid what that keep you interested is just fabricated thoughts of me in your mind.

Not me.

Maybe what i needed more is someone who truly know me and cared for me.
Someone who can provide me with what, i am so deprived of.

Oh so i am bombed with phone call and voices so deep with concern whether if their dear boy had eaten or not.

YES THE FOOD IS ON THE TABLE.
NOW SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE

and for that awkward "have you eaten?" after i hang up on you at the moment you asked the question i hated the most now, finally realize the problem?. congratulations, nice try but its too late.

My disappointment has gone far pass the point beyond savage.

Sorry for such a dark and dreary post, le me shall go and chomp down my fried rice while reading The hunger game.

Its so addictive and the story is interesting enough, go read it!.
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