you claim to know me so well but in real fact, you know me less than my bloody doctor who has been with me for 16 years. your insults, screaming, screeching and belittling is enough to drive me once more, headed for the knife. call me spoilt, call me ungrateful but no one will ever know how it was/is living with you for 16 years. you ban me from my own best friend and you expect me to respect you for that? no freaking way in hell. yes, i know you love me and it is your love for me that kills me.

enough, i am tired and sick.

happy sweet 16th birthday, san :) you were there for me through thick and thin, happy and sad, pleasant and unpleasant. you are my rock, my best friend and my dirty mistress :)