Fuck You Bitch

It's one thing to whinge about work and it's yet another whole new category when you have a fifty year old person who's been making your days at work miserable. You start to get influenced negatively towards her actions; you start to get weak and start becoming a different person who always whinges and whines about others to those you trust and love; you start becoming someone who always talks to themselves. To make things worse, you start to eat cookies at 2am at night after a hard day at work, sitting in front of a computer and working long hours with a deadline to meet to get fit for your yet another important career. That person is NOT me.

By becoming affected by Aunty, I have become no one but her. Being nice to her and reacting towards things she did to me.. I've become a low class immature freak of a human being that I am not.

I've always been happy, giving and a nice warm person. Someone who's good to be approached. Someone who always gives time. Someone who always reflects upon himself at the end of day to be a better person the next day. And most importantly, if there was one ability that I know I have, it's the ability to learn.

Despite my stubbornness, I would do anything to learn. I find the mind set of others quite interesting and it's rather funky when one's mind react with the others.

Tonight was the threshold of my knowing. I had a tantrum at Boss some days ago when Aunty started being a bitch of a person to me at work. I just thought it was not fair that we all had to babysit her and see upon what she needs just to make sure things are ok. Just because I'm resistant towards her immaturity, I thought I was taken for granted for not being affected easy by her. But somehow, the culprit was Aunty and Boss was the victim of my two hour breakdown. I had a huge cursefest at her place.

Tonight, I encountered yet another act of a coward. Aunty tried to rain on my parade. I am not going to details about her since I don't find the need to.

In the same way, I don't find the need to become this person I have become. I have a good life, a good family, a good boyfriend and good friends. What have I got to lose? Losing one person in life just because she does not try to learn and co-operate is NOTHING compared to the whole scenario of my world crumbling down in pieces. If I choose to be affected by every act of immaturity that Aunty does, I just knew my life would be in pieces one day.

That's not me.

I miss my life
and I'm gonna take it back, like it or not!

And just for the record, FUCK YOU BITCH!