Don’t read if you are not into domestic affair.

i won’t go against you, if you let me have my way. all i ever ask from you is to trust in the things i do, and i would never ever let you down. twenty years old, and we are still facing the same old retarded problem. twenty years old, and im no kid anymore, i know what i ought to do, i know you are my father, and i know responsibilities. but do you know me? i don’t know where’s the mutual understanding between us. can’t we be like the others? not fight. sometimes, i picture us being in good terms. how surreal it sounds. don’t understand why we always fight over small things. i let you have your ways, by all means. in fact, im so glad the policeman came over to stop you from shouting over a bowl/plate or whatsoever, making a big fuss out of nothing, and saying all the bad things about me. think we need a mic at home, so everyone knows your impressions for me. im so glad, because i don’t know why the policeman will be at our door, and happened to overheard the ugly statements you made. Im so glad he came at the right time, so glad that some outsider knows where does the problem lies, for the first time of my life. im so thankful that someone could make him listen.