to me, staying at this place called "home" is not happy at all
when i was in Australia,
i hope that
i can be at HOME
be surrounded by people that love me
i look forward to go HOME
now i am at HOME
but happiness doesn't come to me instead
desaster!
i am literally not happy at all
why?
too many reasons
1.
not peaceful at all
HOME should be my
sheild, a place that
i am 100% comfortable with
yet, this place is only filled with quarrels,
arguements....
no trace of peace can be found
i try to avoid by not giving any comments or keep my mouth shut
but, it doesn't help, making the situation worst
2.
need to plea everybody
i thought HOME suppose to me a place where
i can be my true self
i don't need to wear a MASK and hide my feeling
my so called FAMILY will accept who I am
i am WRONG, totally WRONG
i not only need to hide my feelings and wear a super FAKE MASK but need to be very careful of every single word
i used
i need to say things that
my FAMILY wants to hear and not my
opinion although they ask for my "opinion"
3.
no space for me
i thought my things
will remain as
i leave
when i saw my
wardrode is messy and full of my sis's clothes
when i notice that my table is filled with empty plastic bags
my bed is untidy and things that
belogs to my
beother are all over it
i know
i am WRONG again
4.warm?
i feel cold
yes, the weather is super hot compare to
melbourne
however, my heart is COLD, super cold
everything that
i do seems to be wrong
the way
i talk, the way
i stand....
even the way
i dry my clothes
i am not accepted by my family
can u imagine the my mum asked me
"WHY YOU JUST CAME BACK THEN U QUARREL WITH UR SIS?"
everybody don't like you
feel ike crying but i don't even dare to cry
5.
mum
i know
i shouldn't but still
i cannot stop myself
the centre peoblem of the whole thing is
deal with my mum
whenever i said something that doesn't make her happy she will reply
"
u thought
u are very smart, you are just a student, using my money to study & enjoy.
if you
are not happy just go back.
i didn't want
u to come back also!"
perhaps, only God can tolerate me
in this house, there will always have a space for me
He will accept who I am and provide whatever that
i need
though Him
i found peace and warm
yet, He is the only who asked me to come back, why is He treating me like this?