You said you cldnt accept the fact that I'm a lesbian. But mom, I'm your daughter. Shldnt moms accept daughters for they way they are even though they aren't perfect? You threatened to leave if I fail to fit the girl that you ask of me, but somehow I know I can never be the daughter you want me to no matter how hard I try. Your concern has left me unable to breathe but nevertheless, I know it's still for my own good. You kept shifting the fault onto yourself thou I already said that it isn't. You kept asking and kept probing into my life, but mom, can't you see I don't wanna say a thing? You said I didn't give you the respect that you deserve, that I don't give a damn bout this home and I'm just treating it as a hotel. But did you really know how was it inside me? I think we have a generation gap. I cant talk, communicate with you. Nothing seems to come out right whenever I talk to you. I tried not to yell, not to raise my voice, but your assumptions are driving me insane. I still respect you, I still love you. If not I wldnt have punched that girl in the face when she said "your mom's a chicken. HAHAHA". My close friends wld have known how much I respect you. But how wld you ever know? I don't ask much of you do I? I know its hard for ANY parent to accept their darling to not be straight. I know all you ask of me is just to grow up into a healthy adult, lead a normal life, and prolly give you a grandchild or sth. I always thought not being a ah-lian and not getting myself into police cases wld be good enough. I always thought getting 222 for PSLE and 19 for O's is good enough. But maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. Packing my bag is like, dejavu. Gah.
