whilst growing up, I has always been sort of a loner– an outcast as other people would like to call it; no friends around me to care about, no loving and family to even give a damn about me. Growing up isn’t always been easy for me, raised up in Australia is a lucky thing, for most of normal people they would be close to everyone of their family members and lean to cherish every minutes of it, for me, my overall relationship with my mother is somewhat strained, I often found myself looking back to the past, I know life isn’t like a fairy tale, there are no such thing as fairness in this world! But that doesn’t mean we can’t seat back and chill and relax from time to time. Her whole fricking up-bring is somewhat different then the rest of us, all she cares about is work, BLOODY work! And along with other people that is irreverent to her life whatsoever. All she does is to treat those other people around her with fairness, kindness, unwavering patient and understandingly whose not that so close to her and then to rub it in my bloody face. She just think I’m a burden to her, a heavy anchor weighing her down, a hassle. I own her EVERYTHING, maybe even my goddamn’ life. If that’s the case, than I’ve just got one question for myself; why on earth do I even bothered to be born to merely been a pest to my own mother?!!?!!!?!!!!?!!!!