i always thought that my brain was a gift to me. the memory i have. lately, i'm beginning to find it a pain.
i can remember the sweet days i have with my parents.
i can also remember the painful days i went through. the days that landed me in this state of wanting to keep everything to myself, refusing to share and probably my big ego.
and with all the goings about how parents love us and will never scold us unless we are really wrong, trust me. parents CAN be wrong. or rather, if ur parents scold you and you thought its unreasonable but you bite your teeth and tolerate and the good ol grandma and first aunt came to scold ur parents big time, do you think your thoughts are right?
a fren asked me about things. i told him. first hour, he told me the same old usual "oh, im sure its a misunderstanding". 2nd hour, he look shocked. 3rd hour, he advised me to move out.
some wounds just can't be healed.
and btw, for those who can read this, don't bother coming to talk to me. this isnt for you. i just need a space to bitch something. this sound hostile but i really don't want to have a flood of sms coming in to remind me of painful things.
and just for the record, in case such of my silly wishes came true again, i do treasure my brain. i love my brain. i want my brain. and all this is simply because, i want to be useful to mankind.