// need some space //

sometimes i can't stand it anymore.
parental love and concern are supposed to be a good thing but i'm suffocating from an overdose.

why must my every word, every expression be scrutinised?
why must the culprit of my slight impatience and frustration be due to work?
why must i always clarify for the thousandth time that i did not have a 'rough' day at work?
why must i explain the reason, in addition to reporting whom i'm with for dinner? (old buddies don't need a reason to meet up, do they?)

i need to limit eating out because outside food are unhealthy.
i am not supposed to use my laptop inside the room due to 'radiation fears'

i get your point, but can't you see mine too?
can't you view the world in my perspective?
how can i keep in touch with my good friends if i don't meet them?
how can i concentrate on doing my stuff in the living room when the TV is on? (i'm seriously not trying to hide anything, whatever i'm doing on the Internet)

Every 'abnormal' move of mine yield some suspicions.
Every sneeze of mine confirm your suspicions that i'm down with flu.

Maybe in your eyes, I just so mentally immature and physically weak that my every action warrants your attention.

Ok, some people might think that I'm unfilial to think this way and also take my parents for granted.
So be it, I couldn't care less.