My "Lullaby"

these 2 nights have been my parents concerned voices,
in those voices,
you can picture their disappointed face,
their despair,
as though they had gone through a really bad tummy ache.

They told me not to cry about it,
but to stop fooling around.


"If you want to stay there, then you'll have to do well. If not you'll have to come back home"

That was the worst line.

Sometimes,

I think the way my mum talks,
can be very much different from my father.
She's too blunt and straightforward.
Not exactly too blunt to the extent where she did not consider the effects of what she says to my feelings. (that's what i'd like to think anyways)
But .
you know what i mean.

Too pour in much more guilt in me,
I am constantly reminded by how much I am spending here.

Have you ever picked up a chocolate bar that you absofinglutely loved,
and put it back,
to pick up the cheaper chocolate bar.
just because,
there was an instant gush of guilt flowing into you?

I have.

My chocolate bar.
:(

Good night.

Tomorrow's not going to be a good day.
Neither will the day after.

I'm not being pessimistic.
I just know that things will turn out worse.

Karma maybe.

I don't know.