Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

People always say, the good will never last ...

What are your perspectives?


Nobody's hearing my desperate cries. I'm in the dark, alone. Not even my mom. Perhaps she does look at me, overwhelmed by darkness and shouts out to me ' stupid girl, can't you just get out of there? ' Perhaps cos its dark, she didn't notice the bruises... Its not her fault, cos i just keep quiet. And nod quietly.

Maybe she should send me to Australia and never to be back again. Too.
Maybe tomorrow morning, my maid will whisper to my mother quietly behind my back that i cried last night. Perhaps then, she might act nice, as usual. And ask me if she can do anything to help.

Fuck off.