they talk about their parents, dads never around, dads no longer around, moms who care too much, moms who don't care at all. all of them said the same thing of every sad story, appreciate your family, be greatful towards your parents, blah blah yak yak, on and on. i nod in sympathy but i dont know what more to say. i have my own set of problems too, you know. i am ungrateful, im spoilt rotten, people say that but i dont give a shit. sometimes i wished it looked less perfect so there is a way people will know what i mean. because i never broke down for any particular reason in front of them, i never received a hug. just because i cling onto my bag straps too much doesnt mean they shouldnt hold my hand. i dont remember any iloveyous, any genuine word of encouragement, or a complete photo that meant anything. they are never close though they are always there, can you understand?
sometimes it takes something bad to make you see what matter.