mom sprained her ankle on sat nyt n bcame dis handicapped woman.. had to bring her to dis chi physician n waited e whole afternoon 4 her turn.. i'm sic of e smell of medicated oil, sick of e physician dronin on n on abt e same old story abt "no beans, cold drinks, green tea or lemon tea" to everyone there, n i had nth to do at all at there.. *moan* n of cos bro n i gotta take over ALL e chores.. wuz ironin after bringin mom 2 c tt sinseh, swept e floor today.. n i reli dun wanna study anymore. period. tmr still gotta bring her bac 2 tt medical hall again cos her ankle's all swollen.. sianz.. wuz intendin to go out wiv sze one.. tmr ll b one long day --again. ok i sound lyk a spoilt brat.. but i'm onli human. i wanna b doted on.. i wanna ve someone to pamper me sometimes.. i'm jus a lil gal inside.. but i luv my mom.. so i aint comlainin abt her bein a burden.. i'm jus complainin abt how we're gg thru a reli rough patch ryt now.. n god reli isnt treatin us reli well.. at times my mind flashed bac to tt sat morn wen mom wldnt stop callin dad a bastard.. n him slammin at e door cos she locked him outta e room, n all i wanna do is break down n cry.. i dunno if i can hold on any longer.. dis exhuastion.. it's not onli physical.. it's psychological too.. i nv tot i'd b able to understand how one cld cry n luff at e same time.. wiv insanity in e eye.. but tt morn i finally understood e feelin.. n i cried n luffed at e same time.. n i jus wish i'd reli go insane n live e rest of my life in an asylum, doin wat i wan w/o carin wat ple tink abt me.. tt'd b freedom, in a sense.. ok i ryt too much