fucking jibai.

enough of all the pressures stacked on me. i m fucking sick of all of it.

the only thing i feel when i arrive home is but a sense of expectation, an environment of "cannot fail-ness". fucking hell. zero failure. i m sick of this.

i hav been too successful, and ppl are fucking idolizing my success. i m really sick of this. now, ur son is fucking getting into some trouble. u dun like it right? fuck. of cos u dun. but the truth is, ur son did get into trouble. what u gonna do? fucking make him feel worse about himself and leave him with zero repentance room? fuck yes. that is what u always do.

there is no forgiveness in ur house after repentance. only more guilt heaped. fucking disgusting..

u know why i like the house of God, and His family? fucking hell. it's cos that's wad u hav made. God always forgives after my repentance. and i m trying to make it up. and fucking all u can do is to heap more guilt. who likes ur house? there is no feeling of forgiveness. only a queer environment of holier-than-thou-ness. perfection.

u tink u r God? den learn to make an environment that i can actually repent with forgiveness. not repent to pay back my debts.