Iris

"and I don't want the world to see me, 'coz I don't think that they'd understand... when everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..."

Don't start..

I was just done doing those chores that You asked me to do (whenever you want to). It was really nothing. I mean, I know I complain most of the time about 'em tasks, they're not that easy nor hard at all, but still I do them anyway. Because I have to. And I want to. It's alright. Just don't yell at me when things get out of hand. Especially if it's not my fault. I was already the one who got hurt, and yet you act as if you're concerned, by how? By pointing out my flaw in a grievous way. Making me feel as if i'm an incontinent imbecile. Yes, that's how you made me feel.

Don't say you're dead tired and your body aches from working, trying to earn a living for this family. Those reasons don't give you the license to *bitch at everyone else (or in this case, only at me) when they (I) mess things up.

I know this feeling ain't good at all. I don't want to hate. I don't know, but somehow you sort of pulled the trigger once again. That feeling of ill temper that I felt not so long ago is once more inflamed. Not that much maybe, it's just starting to creep up. I don't want to go that path again. If you hadn't noticed, I barely cried lately. That's because I believe everything is going well in this house (or at least, I think). Tears aren't coming out of my eyes yet, but don't wait until they do. That'll be really bad.. Both for you and me..

It just hurts this much on my part because I know for the first time that I actually stood up and did my wholehearted service as a contribution to this family, but yet you treat me the same way as before.. But nonetheless, thanks for making my blog a readable one over again.. Just like the old times..