Resurfacing Memories.
damn. my mother's talking to her friend, telling her the dumb tales of my screwed life. surfacing memories of uncle samson and the family that i never had. so fucked up la. all the times i had seeing my uncle so sick and yet yearning for his daughter. the funeral and all the fucking things they made me do. my uncle samson is never going to come back. somehow that's never gonna get into me. i still feel like he's still around. i want to feel the warmth of his hand again. hear his laughter. go to sentosa like we did last time. those were the times when i was so young and i didn't even know life could backstab me and rob me of my family. i don't know what my parents want! i don't know what everyone wants! why do they still think of money when people die? money sucks! fuck you la money! you fucking destroyed my family. FUCK YOU!!!! AHHHH!!!! everything's in ruins. i don't know who to side. should i even take sides? maybe i should just run away like my cousin and leave these fuckers behind.
