Scribbles

2302101018 I feel like a prisoner in my own home. I went outside to sweep the porch and realized my brother wasn’t home and I could’ve gone out and got some blue. And then I remembered what they did to me. I knew I was being spoilt and ungrateful but hell, I’ve never allowed myself to feel any true emotion until recently. And now, still I am bound by my own learnt “civilizations”. They made me fear my own mind and hate myself and become the person I am today. Part of me is grateful that they did it to me, or else I might’ve ended up as stupid as the rest of them. Before I continue I better put a disclaimer: I know I’ve being emotional and illogical and what I say now might not reflect how I really feel in a few minutes. Ok let’s start. At this moment, right now, I feel no love for my family. I cognitively know that I should but I don’t. My parents worked for their children, but why have children when you can’t afford it? I guess sex education was bad at the time bu...