mummy is right, i am depressed, but i am denying it. no way i can admit that in her face or anyone. i can cry though, but that would be perceived wrongly, so go figure.
all i can say is that, in ths world, to ASSUME is to bring up the ASS between U n ME.
at this point i think it is worthy to say that i am already married and living with my parents. things are not as rosy that might be painted by the four walls of this two storey bungalow because inside, or at least inside my head, everything is in a constant conflict and turmoil.
which is what we can say about our country too, actually. but never mind that. lets discuss matters closer to home- matter AT HOME.
assumption.
azrul is assuming that the family is not comfortable with his presence. everything and everyword that anyone says that might sound remotely unpleasent will be perceived in the worst possible way feeding to this idea.
abah is having a retiree complex- namely emotionally dependant, problem scrutinizing and borderline schizophrenic. everybody has a dark ulterior motives. abah is untrusting to the people close to him but sometimes is completely friendly with total strangers.
abah n i has always been the best of friends despite sometimes we feel like we totally cant stand each other. we have always been chummy but is it me or is abah is being slightly clingier these days? actually abah has been clingy ever since retiring, especially to nina but she has always has a colder heart. for me i just cant stand hurting feelings who are nothing but fond. coz actually, i am that way too.
enter azrul. he comes from a totally different genre of family. different, different, different. things are strange and wrong in this family to him.
oh god, things are becoming fuzzy in my head again. i really dunno how to express these things i have in my head, and these heavy feelings i have in my heart. i am so confused. thank you mosquito for biting me on the legs because at least i can distinctively say that i have an itch there. otherwise i am numb. |