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I just hate
Wednesday, July 21, 2010 1:03 PM



Suddenly, the word "hate" appears in my mind.

I hate it when I was talking to my mum on the phone and there was a voice calling her, I know it was her lover. And she said she would call back but hell, she didn't. I hate it when my dad moved to a new house, when he had a holiday with his woman, when he talks and sms a lot. I hate it when my brother's small family laughing and talking, when he and his wife's family playing, having a trip together. I hate it when my sister spends her day with her mother, shoping, talking about her troubles.

Like I don't belong here anymore.

Everyone has their onwn family, their own happiness. I know it's too selfish but I hate it when they're happy or seem to be happy.

Sometimes I just need a person to eat dinner with. A person that can understand my silent, that I can tell him/her everthing I think I'd never tell, that when I'm with, I won't feel so alone anymore.