Metmet Aportadera
Philippine Science High School-Western Visayas (2011)
University of Sto. Tomas
18
I'm really not sure exactly who I am.
But whoever is reading this has access to my innermost thoughts.
So I'll let them decide.
Sony Vaio Duo
Sony Xperia Z
Machiavelli Chocolatier Chocolates
Pandora Charms
A Trip to Paris
New Accomodations
Serenitea Gift Certificates
Bizu, Cafe Macaron, or TWG Macaroons
Yep. I definitely hate my parents. You'd think everything horrible they've been through is related to "the type of person I've become". Sheesh. Really, they raised me this way. All the things they think is wrong with me, I have seen like a trillion times worse in them. Do they really not realize that they themselves are the bad influences. Shit. I hate them. Just because they have a point doesn't mean they're right. As I've learned today, children aren't allowed to stand up for what they believe in. I'm just supposed to sit quietly and pretend to care about whatever the hell my dad's saying. They said I didn't have God in my life. God's the only thing in my life since as of right now, he's probably the only one on my side since he knows what actually happened unlike my fucking parents who wouldn't listen. I wish my parents actually practiced what they preach. They tell me not to do something and then they do it. They told me my friends (yes, that's you) are only hanging out with me until I end up broke because due to karma I won't be able to support my lifestyle. Should I really keep listening to them? Right now, I'm thinking that the only positive contribution of my parents to me (as in the entirety of who I am) is money. And not even enough of that.
I hate my father. He makes me wait for 2 hours and when he gets here, he gets mad because I made him "tense" due to the fact that he had to give me a ride to meet with the twins, and I guess everyone else, in SM. He tells me that he's tired. He could have at least replied to my calls and text messages asking him where he was!! I am never going to forgive him for this and once he realizes that he is a horrible father, I'll have grown up and gone to college. And no way am I going to let him live this one down. I won't even accept anything he offers as a "peace offering". I wish he would just do everything he says he will, like leave me and my mom. I mean, sure I'd have to grow up without a father, but he'll have to grow old without a daughter. And even though he'd probably stop paying my credit card bills, at least my stipend in PhilSci would become Php2500 a month, an amount that's actually worth lining up for. Besides, I could get my mom to give me new credit cards or I could just stop using plastic. And I could say goodbye to the incessant lectures about how I'm getting the bad traits of my mom's side of the family and not his side of the family's virtues. Fuck him.
