ripped

I am really tired and hungry. Again. Maybe it's because the void inside me is really huge. And I am unsure of what to fill it with other than food. But I'm neither eating, nor sleeping. There is so much to do but seemingly so little time. Or rather, I just cannot muster any bit of strength to get down to work. Just now as I stepped into the house, the sight made me ponder. Ninety percent of the garden has withered. The reason is obvious. Technically speaking, he hasn't been home for twenty odd days. Even when he returns next week, the flowers will probably not be revived. It makes me wonder, if a person leaves, no matter how poor he has been, he is bound to bring something along as he departs. The thing is, it's not like he even left me any of his legacy. What can he take away? Still, whatever is going on is slowly ripping me apart. The cousin called last night and she is about to stage the next drama next weekend. Honestly I was hoping to get out of this but my strong gut feeling tells me my mum is once again going to make me succumb with her begging and whatnot. And I give in all the time. Unfortunately to her it is never enough. No matter what I say or don't say, do or don't do, it's just never enough. Truth be told, I am racking my brains now to come up with a perfect plan to run away from this one. These days everyone's face is important, my feelings are not.

I am really tired and hungry, again. Maybe I shall take a nap.