Know what kind of day is my favourite day? A day when no one is at home,raining outside,dark clouds,computer can be used,no clothes hung up and the floor is free of dirt. In short,having silence and semi-darkness is my favourite time. An old guy once said to me that when I grow up,I might be shut in my own world and refusing to speak to anyone. At that time,I thought he was nuts. But now that I think about it,it might be true someday.
I am pretty sure that no one in this world totally understand what I am like. Not even the people around me. Only 1 person might know me well. My 2nd bro. Perhaps my parents know this bond between me and him,that he has begun to be a spy. That is to put it bluntly,a spy on me. However,I can feel that the bond between my parents and I is becoming further and further.
How would I know? Yesterday at dinner,my father hinted extremely strongly that I forged his signature on the consent form for Project Red Cross Love. But,damn! I didn't! Though I know that the form was signed by my father quite a long time ago,but I can't believe that he could suspect me of doing such a thing. The feeling I felt was kind of a mixture of anger and sadness. A strange emotion.
That put me in a bad mood throughout the next few hours before I went to sleep. I am afraid. I am afriad that if this continues,I will no longer have someone to talk to,someone to play with,someone to consult advice. Should I continue struggling to maintain good relationship with people around me or should I just give up? Sometimes I really hate myself,dammit!
