When I chose not to tell you anything
You claimed to be worried
You spread half-truths
When you barely know anything
I saw it as a betrayal
But because you were family
We cannot choose family
I forgave and allowed it to be forgotten
Even though your half truths triggered off events
Which made me lose someone
Whom helped and comforted and loved me in all the ways you could not
Now when I choose to tell you everything
Alleviate your worries
Informing and patiently explaining to you
What I am doing and why I am doing it
You still chose to get answers from another channel
What is the whole point of telling you everything you want to know
Explaining to you the reasons I have behind my every action
When you wouldn't support nor accept anyway
Neither would you help to assuage my secret dark fears
Fears you had always belittled
Had I always appeared too strong
That was what I often wondered
Nevertheless, I stopped wondering
I never take too long to come to a decision
When I shut the door and clam up
Which is what I will do from now onwards
Do not knock nor seek
For I will not open up anymore.
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Well, you can't choose family, but you can learn from the short comings of others.
Never say anything, unless it is edifying.
The generic term for talking behind people's back is GOSSIP.
And in gossip, both gossipmonger and gossipmongee and EQUALLY wrong.
No more no less.
I need to get out of the house before I am poisoned to death by the system.
My dear Wei,
Running away is not gonna solve anything.
Merely delays the problem.
Yours is not to judge your family.
Yours is to be a good daughter and good sister.
Better still, be a good friend. Fix me up with a hot blind date.
Better still if she is totally blind
and really dumb
Blind and dumb?
Gotta look through my little black book now...
and user friendly please
With a flat head so you could place your beer and ashtray on her while you watch soccer? Got it.
thats what I like about you.
attention to details.
Yes please, a flat head for my beer and ashtray.
Oh yes, make sure she swallows too.
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