ya. so dead is what u call my blog. i got slapped thrice by my mum few days ago. and i HATE HER for that. she's just so bossy. just because she's got a fractured leg, i have to do everything for her? feed her food? as if she's got her hand fractured. help her massage? she can just dream of it. thats never gonna happen. comb her hair for her? yeah. only in her dreams. she can slap me for all she wants and she's never gonna earn the respect she yearns for. i rebuked her when she was gonna gimme the fourth slap. did she wanna kill me? it's much much easier if u use a stabber. i gave my wrist a small cut. and i got caught by my dad. he started reasoning to me and made me cry in the end. his words did really make sense. maybe i'm in the wrong. but i'm still gonna hate my mum for the 3 slaps she gave me.