relaxing on a friday night.
well , not really.
a slave at home is more like it.
i don't get this whole phase that's happening.
or maybe i just didnt notice that this has been going on all along.
subjected to getting scolded for not knowing how to use photoshop.
is this how its going to be for the rest of my life?
being treated like i go to a school that requires uniforms?
i find myself sitting there , being too afraid to even do anything.
staring into a corner just waiting to be " called " to do his bidding.
and all my mother has to say to support me is " he is your father , help him......."
wonder how long she's going to use that fucked up excuse.
just reformatted my labtop.
even after i had installed photoshop from school.
i said i didn't have it installed in my labtop yet , not till next week.
i guess i'm lucky i didn't get any words like stupid or useless.
all i got was some murmur about how i dont know how to do anything , something like that.
haven't got a pinch of motivation to do any of my work at home.
cause apparently to them , i'm only capable of playing games , and wasting my time on guitar ( according to him )
so i do begin to question , is this how i've been living all along?
or maybe i should have gone to some other course , so i wouldn't know how to use photoshop.
that way i could get a break from all of this.
some ask me why i go out so often.
" so i can be myself " is that a good answer?
i dont know.

i'll upload pictures from the gig by monday.After i get them from nic and bob.
initially i didn't want to type this post , but its the only way for me to get it out.
i feel alot better now.hah