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Monday, January 09, 2006

My mum pisses my sister off simply by talking her mind. My sister pisses me off when she tells my mum to shut the fuck up. My sister doesn't talk to me anymore. My mum is worried about my sister not talking to us. My sister always seems moody and stays in her room. My sister could be thinking that she is depressed. My mum is worried that she might do things she shouldn't be doing.

I wonder now, am I living in a broken family?

You know, all I want is for things to get back to normal, but I think it's too late. My sister has gone too far out of mum's boundaries and my mum has really given her the piss. Hell, I can't even trust my sister anymore because she doesn't talk or even communicate with me. Mum, in the end, didn't let us go to KK because I quit out and Riana was going alone with Ji-Shen. All I can think within this result is what would Riana have done away from mum? Haha. Run away?

My sister wouldn't have turned out like this if she didn't have such a problem with people. I can't blame her. She's had it rough. She's been through so many people and she's stuck inbetween different types. She doesn't have an identity of her own. During these holidays, all she wants to do is drink and party and go clubbing and smoke and do every fucking 'cool' thing out there.

Rahhh I feel so helpless. How could you mend broken family relationships?

Cheers.
PS. I wish I could blame her for my sister's change, but it's not right of someone to do that. It's immature.

& turned on the lights; 11:13

about me.

raelene. rae. roro.
eighteen years.
malaysian.
completed her final year of school at st caths, sydney.
is a musician, photographer and aspiring designer.
loves travelling, art, music, great food, clear blue skies, writing and ice-cream.
enjoys drowning in music, strumming random chords on the guitar, playing tennis,
finger-bashing it out on a game console and a bowl of curry laksa.
despises bad traffic, girls with long and fair faces with large contact-lensed eyes, bad food, mascara goop, hard pillows and hard beds.

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