Rage. It sucks when somebody treat you indifferently. It sucks when somebody sees through you. It sucks when they talk they don’t include you. It sucks even bigger when that person is your fucking father.
Wrath. Whenever he comes home, he comes in like I was a rug in the floor. Just look at me and don’t say nothing at all. Not even a hi or good afternoon. Not even a mere smile or a nod. He doesn’t do anything to acknowledge my presence even I have a big fucking smile on my fucking face.
Hate. I despise your presence, Dad! I dislike the way you treat me. I fucking hate you, every inch of you fucking existence. You have no fucking manners. You have no fucking social skills. I can’t fucking imagine how you fucking manage a big depot during your fucking 20 plus years of work.
Rage. It sucks when somebody lies. It sucks when their actions do not coincides with their words. I sucks when a close person do not support you for what you want to be. It sucks even bigger when that person is the person who gave birth to you.
Wrath. All that I want to be and what I like she contradicts. I want to be a fashion designer, she contradicts. I want to have curly hair, she contradicts. I am glad with my brown skin, she don’t like colored people. I am proud of my Filipino beauty, she don’t like flat nose and big cheeked face.
Hate. I hate it when you talk about having a job. I am doing my part here, you cunt! The economy and opportunity are just not at our side right now. That is why I am trying other options, like the recruitment of an airline to be a cabin crew. But I’m sensing you don’t want me in that too, do you? Oh yeah, the moment you said I’m proud of you during the releasing of the RN board exam result, I didn’t fucking believed every second of it.
