shattered
Can you see me falling to a million pieces.
What the heck is parental love huh. I don't need you to cook/wash/iron for me. I just want your support. I can't play volleyball without your blessings, knowing that you disapprove of everything I do. I try my best to give you what you want, to show that I love and appreciate you. All I want is your support, that you approve of my playing ball.
What is your problem with volleyball anyway? You want me to join Girl Guides? Why no thank you. Playing volleyball is the only time when I can lose my entire self, where my stress and problems miraculously floats away from me, when I feel satisfaction and happiness. You want to take away my second haven, huh.
You've never supported me playing volleyball. Well, here's the thing. Because I can never have your support, I can never tell you what I've achieved. You wouldn't see it anyway. I can never tell you that I've chronic injuries, that I hurt in the wrist and knee. You would just see this as a valid reason to take volleyball away from me.
And I hate it when you call me vulgarities. Do you even know the number of times you've stabbed me right through the heart?
I don't need you to cook/wash/iron for me. All I need is your support.
My happiest moment at Friday, January 09, 2009
