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Sunday, April 23, 2006
12:22 AM
monologue
yes! finally!
that bucking fitch has left the country...
unfortunately... these moments of bliss in our beloved "home" will only last for a few days...
i really hate her... she even took my travelling bag...
the fitch!!! she didn't even ask for permission... she got to use it before me! >:(
damn... i hope the plane crashes... then she'll be the only one who dies!!!
then my life will be much better... mwahahahaha!!! >:D
i'm really sorry... i know that the things that i'm saying are very harsh... and mean...
but frankly, i don't bucking care!!!! i hate her... and if you knew her, you'd definitely hate her too...
anyway... on with the "monologue"!!!
i hope she dies... very soon... yes, once again... very mean...
but honestly... i know that if she dies because of a disease or something else... i wouldn't be that relieved... i'd feel much better if i killed her... oh yes... that would make me extremely happy...
i'd feel absolutely good about myself...
but i can't... not because i "love" her... i abhor that filthy excuse for a human being...
i can't because it is against God's law... and i don't want to be locked up...
but if i did do it... i shout it out to the world... it would be my proudest moment...
[oh no... i think i really am going mad... this is all her fault... i hate her.]
speaking of pride... most families say that they're so proud of their relative, someone, curva-etchas...
well... i just inserted that line so that i could talk about the "wonderful" tayao family...
oh, that's very true... we are oh so full of wonder...
it's a wonder how my father, his sister and my mother can stand that fitch...
it's a wonder how my sister and i manage to keep our sanity intact...
it's a wonder how a sister cannot forgive her own brother when you can clearly see the brother's efforts...
it's a wonder how anton can stand her oh so very irritating "perkiness"...
it's a wonder how a certain someone can show absolutely no gratitude to someone who has always taken care of her and provided her with the cooked food that she always craves for...
it's a wonder how two teenagers can feel so trapped in their own "home"...
and finally...
it's a wonder how a certain ada can talk about her family this way...
i'm sorry... but... i long for freedom...
i love my parents... but i just don't want to talk...
especially in this house... i can't express any of these to them... they'd consider me a rebel... they'd ground me... they'd send me to a rehab center... they'd try to change me... they'd try to make things better... but i don't want that... this is how things should be... i know that everyone here is eagerly waiting for that fitch's death...
my sister and i talked about the fitch once... sometimes we express our anger towards her under our breath... or behind her back...
if she would ever hear us... she'd get all emotional... cry... run away... even if she's incapable of running...
my parents know that we have problems with her...
the fitch also gets to them...
dad's sister also find her irritating... it's very evident...
she always talks about respect... about how we always disrepect her and all of that sChit...
but you know what?
she should also learn a thing or two or a trillion about respect...
i hate her.
my love life is... well... i don't even know if i still have one... so that's strike one...
my school life is... well... right now i don't have a school life... takes a bit of the pressure off...
my family life is... CRAP... that's strike two...
i haven't struck out... well... at least, not YET...
that sucks.
i've lost hope...
for my love life... and for this "family"...
thank God for PETA and UP...
well... i must leave...
i might be back with more thoughts from my shattered heart and demented mind...
...the end...
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