I dont even know why I bother to come back to this blog.
Next year im sec 2.
tonight was the night i found my parents breaking up as though they were icebergs.
i don't knw how it happened like this. The first time i saw my mother cry was when i was 6. The second happened just 3 years ago. The third, 2 years.

This is the nth time. I've lost count. And through all this, my father stands still. A grim golem of unhapiness. Every night i finish my work, i head to my parents room for the toilet. Every night without fail, i see two individuals and a chasm in between. The interaction i see is now only physical.

It wasnt always like this.

Deep down in my brain, a small part of me wants to bring back what once was a happy family. A family of joy, a foursome of bliss and happiness. It would never have been daddy; mommy; children. There would have been no semicolons.

Through all this, I/We manage to put on a mask, this palette of emotions that, colour after colour, change ourselves to what we want to be, never ceasing hope that the colours might seep through and bring back love and forgiveness.

I might not be old enough to understand the factors or underlying problems inherent in the family, but I am mature enough to see the rifts forming. I might not know the relationship between workplace stress or the stress of keeping a family, but i know that the family ties are ripping from the stress.

Why am I even typing this. An outlet of course.

Thank you for listening, /bow

Sigh. Sigh.

(11:59:00 PM)