1st Throwback

I’ve been thinking about this quite a while. I go through times where I’d like to have a small family that consists of me, husband and child only. One child. And I’d like it to be a him. Not that I don’t like having girls, but being an only child AND a girl does really suck if you don’t know how to raise a child. I’ve been through a lot and I have so many lessons learned from my parents. It’s not a race though, who rose the child better and all. I’d just like to show and tell my parents “you had to do it this way and not that way.”.

Maybe if they were a little more matured, I wouldn’t end up like this. Dad has been beaten me up, my whole childhood. Mom? She didn’t like me in the first place. I was unwanted.

Mom wasted so much money for herself. Prada, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, Chanel, Burberry. She has a whole closet just for her bags and branded clothes and all her other goddamn sh*ts. Meanwhile I was just starring at her and craved for chocolate and candies only, but she would never waste her energy to buy me those.

At least I got the things I have always wanted on my birthday. Diddl has always been my super favorite product. I wished Diddl’s products for my birthday and they gifted me Diddl’s products. I can remember the stuffs. It was one diary, one bag, stationaries, and a treasure box or a sort of moneybox. Sad thing is, they gifted me only once a lifetime. I didn’t get anything the next birthday, the next next birthday as well, and so on. Damn life.

But it’s totally okay though. I had my two bestest friends, and still have them though I barely speak to them anymore. Maybe once or twice a month. My two best friends were all I had, the support system for my mental health. Damn I love them! Now all I hope for is that my parents have learned their lessons, because I’m the result of their raising. May God always bless them.