It has a million years since I ever blog, and everytime I blog is during my low period.
THIS TIME IT AINT ANY DIFFERENT.
Why does guys should not get treated like people do? Everytime, they are expected to take in shits that girls throw, eat it, swallow it and feel good. Everytime, they are expected to treat girls every second every minute every hour every day every month every year every decade good. Everytime, they are expected not to blame girls in any wrong they ever done. Everytime they expected to give in even they are not in the wrong.
WHY NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND?
Oh, girls have to give birth ma.. Girls have periods ma.. Girls are weak ma.. Girls are this ma..
Then guys cant have shit in job? Guys cant be stressful in maintaining family n job? Guys cant be tired and worn out? Guys cant be upset or unhappy?
Why do u all think that guys love to drink n girls dont? Cus guys cant vent anger on anybody.. Can guys get shit in job n go home show off his anger? Nope, its wrong. Girls leh, feeling unhappy, scold us and show us attitude are not wrong.
I cant be unhappy. Even I am, it can only last a second. Everything its my fault, no matter what i do its not enough. How hard i try it cant be appreciated. It will always be not enough not what i want not good not even understand me.
MY job is tough, i told you yet you didnt even feel a thing. Its hard for me. Its really hard. SO? I have a headache. SO? I did things for you. SO?
I'm a angry man. YES I AM. Its hard for me to change, just like its hard for you to change anything. But how? Play dota lor. Can kill those bastards then laugh at them then team mates will say you Wa so pro. Then i feel like a happy man. I need praises and vent my anger to carry on. I cant get it from you so I get alternative resources which is dota. But i cant play cus i have to dedicate my every second to you. THen where does my anger go? Accumilate lor. Till a point of cant take it, I erupted. And this is the point of time you will say I have bad temper.
LIKE THAT HOW? PLEASE SHOW ME A WAY..
