17 years and they know absolutely nothing about me.

father: tomorrow come home and eat dinner. i'll be cooking your favourite.
me: and what's that?
father: (shows me a packet of pea pods)
me: (look up at him and reply) i've never like that the least bit before.

you can be sure i'll be having my dinner outside or skipping my dinner tmr.

and my mother?

mother: (ranted on and on abt my father and cursing him in front of me. about what? money issues as usual duh.)
mother: divorce him after chinese new year..
mother: you go back to aunty's house..
me: (thinks to myself: great, all the better, i can hardly wait)

i hate her. as much as she hates me.

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