I hate my family. Chinese New Year, maybe it’s a special occasion for someone but not for me. It means nothing. Every special occasion does not matter anymore to me. I really hate myself being with them.
I hate their voices. I hate everything of them. Whenever I tried to do something good for them, whenever I tried to make sacrifices for them, what can I get? Nothing but got myself scolded like an unworthy child.
Yes, I don’t have any penis and testes. So what? Just because of it, should I get all the blame each time?
When something bad happens, everyone will point their fingers at me even I did nothing.
I wish CNY will pass by faster. So that, I can leave this family, this place. Even just for a short period.
Sometimes, I love the other me. The one that can get them off my head and enjoy my life.