I never really cared about how others feel, or how they should feel.
I never really cared about how I can make a difference to them.
Mum came home today and started nagging at me once she reached home.
She told me that I should go and help her out at her stall sometime.
Of course, being me, I found it a nuisance.
I just let the words flow through my ears and carried on watching my shows.
Had a short toilet break and Mum told me someone stole her money when she was busy.
At the point, I totally felt guilty, damn fucking guilty.
If I'm there, none of these will happen. I can see the sadness in her eyes.
She's not earning much anymore and some fucking useless bastards came and stole $150 from her. Me, fucking 18 years old, can earn that little bit of money myself and what about you? Do you have to go around stealing and you messed with my mum. Seriously.
I hope you choke on your food while using my mum's money to buy it or fuck till your balls burst if you are spending those hard earn money on women.
$150 isn't a lot, but it is hard earned money.
Imagine standing under the sun for fucking 8 hours for the little bit of money and some asshole got to show up and take it away without using any effort.
Maybe it's my karma, for stealing when I'm younger but please, karma, hit me, not my mum. It's MY karma for damn sake.
My perspective totally change, I realize how useful I can be if I'm there.
I realize how I can change things and make things easier.
Before she told me that, I was thinking, it's your dream, get it yourself.
But now, maybe a little help will do some good. She's my mum after all.
The one that took me everywhere she went for 9 months and not complaining about it.
The one who gave birth, which proven that it felt like breaking 300+ bones, to me and brought me to life. I owe her that, even if I dont want to.
Fuck that bastard who came stealing from my family.
We curse you, thankyouverymuch.
Sorry for the vulgarities and crude words cause I'm super piss off with useless people who only know how to steal other people things.
I mean, come on, you got hands and legs to steal? Why not get some job and earn some money for yourself.
And seriously, I can't judge people with appearance anymore.
Fancy you hitting on little girls, I'm amaze.
My eyes are cock up, I can't see who's nice and who's not.
And well, I'm gonna judge as little as possible from now.
I need to change. You know, C.H.A.N.G.E.
