I just realized that I may actually be over-reacting again. The last post sounds a little end-of-the-world doesn't it?? I don't know. Actually it might be me running away again. Running away from NUS. I'm always running away from my problems or from things I find troubling. You guys want to know the truth? I applied for hall stay to get away from home. I hardly went home because I didn't want to be at home. Not that I was really having any problems at home. I just wanted to get away from my mum's nagging, my brother's machoism, my sister's trying-too-hard-ism... Basically I was running away from my family's expectations of me. And now for an even harsher truth.
I ran away from KR.
My mum telling me to withdraw from KR is only half the story. I wanted to get out. My mum actually suggested that I keep the room but withdraw from all activities. But I knew that was going to be difficult. I didn't want to be there and face all these people who expected me to give them something. Like I owed it to them to do something. So I used my mum and my grades as my ticket out of KR. I ran away. Again.
*bitter laugh* I can just imagine the reaction of those 6F bastards if they actually knew. On the other hand, they might not care at all. All of them were just waiting for me to fail anyhow.
Ok yes. I'm turning psycho. Listen to me... Talk about paranoia. Although I'm not unconvinced that those assholes upstairs (actually mainly 2 of them) were good people who had good intentions. They were f***ing bastards and hypocrites. And ok I'm going to stop now before I churn out an even more psycho rant.
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my mum is crazy 2 she lobbed the table and chair into the side of my body and its all badly grazzed
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