rantings rantings rantings & rantings

why cant i ever have peace in home ?
so many shits in th working place
jus wanna reach home and relax have peace
to clam down my mind

but hell no , no peace
shouting across th dining table
breaking of plates
quarrels quarrels n th fucking same shits





im just afraid
very very afraid
my so called sweet family
will end its chapters soon ;

and soon , i must work fr my own
i must really decide well , seriously well
wad are my goals , my dream , my passion

is pastry really my suitable path ?
or hospitality?

im really confuse
im really tired
im really frustrated



i just wanna teared it out
dont wanna go fr work tml
wanna go to th sea , to shout all my pain out
but cant



where's my baby
i need a shoulder to cry on right nw



i dont want to end my happy dream
i dont like to be alone
i dont want to have a broken family