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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Yeah, yeah, my mom's ahsohing on the phone again. She doesn't even bother that her kid's been complaining to her about the school and wanting to return to singapore. Thinking about it, when have my parents cared about me? It's always been my more sickly and (sissy) brother who needs all the love and care that they have in their little rusted metal tins of their hearts. All the while, I've tried to delude myself, but now I know. The main reason for them draggig my carcass here was HIM. Because he's too sissy to pick up his 20kg bag packed with his rifle, grenades and non-perishable food stuff such as those nitrogen-dried packed stuff. Because he can't do what any other 16 and a half year old in Singapore has to do: Return something to the community, be it by fertilizing the jungles of Singapore with their poop during their outdoor training. Why does the world make it that I have to pay the price for something that doesn't even concern me? Just because he came after your first child doesn't mean he's the f*cking replacement! Even if you see him to be that way, I exist! I know that's something new... I'm not some kind of rag doll you can cuddle one day, show off to the bovines at those 'ahsoh parties' you throw, then just chuck me to one side on another day! I've hinted to you so many times that I hate this place, but have you done anything about it? NO. Stop being so sexist. Just because he's a guy, and will carry your glorious family name, so what? If I wanted to, I could get a sissy, make him take MY name and carry on this stupid blood line. That'd be sad though, since I'd be infecting the world's gene pool with your defective genes. I think I've suffered enough from being the product of your actions. Alternatively, I could go to the USA and get one of those 'designer babies', where I can design them to be smart, dominate the world, kill everyone off, and just to sum it up into a few words, build them into killer machines that destroy everything in their paths because I don't want them to suffer like I have. I've tried to lock everything away in the tiny burnt matchbox of my heart, but I find that it's impossible. I'd hate it if I saw any of my kids, guy, 'ger', deformed (I'd kill him/her before he/she came to this world if it were this case. He/she will eventually kill himself/herself from the stress the world throws in their faces due to their differences anyway), smart, stupid (once again, euthanasia comes into play) suffering from any kind of depression. That's if I even want to bring other beings into this horrible world. World dominating machines sound better though. I know I sound like some heartless creature, but that's just my thoughts. How random's this? 9:51 PM
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