I went to my mom's place on Monday with Sher. My sister borrow my stuff and never return. If I ever wanna see it again then I gotta go get it myself.

Walked to Sher's place then to my mom's place. And now I have muscle ache. My cough got pretty bad. Now it just hurts when I cough.

I don't like going to that house. Although Sher called it "my house", it didn't feel like my house to me. It's like this whole other place, where none of me is involved it, except for a couple of pictures. I still feel resentful that they all have their own room, and my room is supposedly this incredibly tiny portion beside the front door. They tore it down anyway, to make room for the dining table. Incredible how they just lifted me out of the house.

I hear Dave and other ppl talking about eating out with their parents. Me? I hardly see my parents. I had to beg my mom to spend the night with me when I was having a high fever a few days back.

Don't get me wrong, I like my freedom now. But at times it really sucks. I hate saying goodbye to my parents when they go home, and I'm not following. I've cut down on games and started to wake up early in the morning and go to bed at a reasonable time. But they don't see it. Because they aren't here.

They assume I'm still the same person, waking up at 1pm, sleeping at 3am and gaming all day. I would correct them, but whats the use.

People complain about their parents nagging. They don't know how lucky they are until their parents go away. I hear my mom's voice once or twice a week. I really wish I can hear it more often. I hear the cupboard door slide open, and I immediately turn to see if it's my dad.

I miss them so much. I really wish they had the sense to buy a bigger house. But well, someone had to stay with my grandparents too anyway. I may as well be the one.

Hate feeling left out of their lives and out of their home. Hate feeling like a guest in their house. Hate that I have to say goodbye to them every night. Hate it that I don't see them and that I miss them so damn much.