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Pressure, pressure, pressure
Dec. 21st, 2006 02:08 am"You have to decide on what you want to do, now"
"Don't let your mother influence your decisions."
Gee, thanks dad, for influencing MY decisions. Now. Now. What a word. I comprehend it as 'within the next 5 seconds'.
Everytime they use the word 'now', I feel terrible, my blood rpessure shoots up and my trigger finger starts twitching and my eyes scan my surroundings more often.
Now Now NOW~!
I can't decide now, dammit. Stop pressuring me! Not everyone bloody well knows what the Hell they want to do even in their bloody thirties and you're just pressuring me to make HUGE decisions. Guh.
This is why I want to break off my ties with them. They're bad for me and spoil me in completely the wrong ways.
I remembered why I wanted out of this house. It's too unprivate. The rooms are barely soundproofed. I can't talk on the phone in my room when dinner time because they can hear every word. My parents are forever knocking on my door before pushing their way in. And they are forever picking me apart. I think positive, put aside the whining for later and start thinking of ways to cover my arse. They start verbally ripping me apart.
Either I get a job, or move to KL for uni. Urgh.
"Don't let your mother influence your decisions."
Gee, thanks dad, for influencing MY decisions. Now. Now. What a word. I comprehend it as 'within the next 5 seconds'.
Everytime they use the word 'now', I feel terrible, my blood rpessure shoots up and my trigger finger starts twitching and my eyes scan my surroundings more often.
Now Now NOW~!
I can't decide now, dammit. Stop pressuring me! Not everyone bloody well knows what the Hell they want to do even in their bloody thirties and you're just pressuring me to make HUGE decisions. Guh.
This is why I want to break off my ties with them. They're bad for me and spoil me in completely the wrong ways.
I remembered why I wanted out of this house. It's too unprivate. The rooms are barely soundproofed. I can't talk on the phone in my room when dinner time because they can hear every word. My parents are forever knocking on my door before pushing their way in. And they are forever picking me apart. I think positive, put aside the whining for later and start thinking of ways to cover my arse. They start verbally ripping me apart.
Either I get a job, or move to KL for uni. Urgh.
