bursting limit.

so i burst. it's normal.
i tolerate and i tolerate.
i have limits too.

FUCKED UP PLACE.
what for i endure all these shit?
what for i use a fucked up computer that is so slow i can wait a thousand years for it to work, and pray like shit it doesn't hang on me when i do assignments, or tolerate the fact that i use a fucked up dell whose battery exploded infront of me, or one that has no in-built modem and i have to use sone lpp dlk one.

I TOLERATED OK.

complain for what? ask for what? nothing new ever comes my way from YOU.


what for i study so hard and get NO RECOGNITION or praises? WHAT FOR YOU TELL ME?

i'm doing this because i want to leave this place. leave it totally.


NOW i'M DOING MY WORK ON A FUCKING SUNDAY WHEN I SHOULD BE OUT PLAYING AND HAVING FUN AND YOU HAD TO SWITCH OFF MY COMPUTER.

IT HAS NO FUCKING BATTERY.


haiz. the tears had to come. frustration and internal anger.

i didn't even bother to listen for your apology. i didn't even WANT to look at your faces. i don't even want to have anything related to you.

right this instant. i'm so pissed and angry doing some shit mgq assignment, trying to make it sound not so cok and making sense of everything. OPENED EVERY FUCKING 7 DOCUMENTS.

im just so angry. and i didn't even bother expressing this anger infront of you.

i want to scream and shout and yell and cry.

i need a fucking break.

music blasting into my ears SO THAT I CANNOT HEAR YOU.
so that i wouldn't have to answer stupid questions, or listen to that stupid show on tv playing which i insisted for you to shut off but you refused to.

it's blasting as loud as my fury.

so loud i don't wanna hear the world.






it's all outburst.
who would care?
no one.



on a bright sunny sunday, i shall go back to the fucked up mgq case2.

sometimes i am a superwoman.
now, i don't feel all that super.
take me away, please, i beg of you.