Just using my favorite line from the movie Fight Club, which is one of the rare few "boy" movies i still like because i think it is so much deeper than just the violence but that isn't why i am here (my return to this side of the forum ahhh!), my life as i know it is falling apart because of money problems, my depression and fear. I have given up on going out too much as i know no matter what i will get looked at because in singapore if you are not like everybody else, if you are even in the slightest a little different, you will get stares and being 5'11 girl in a country where most women are 4'10 - 5'2 and the men are 5'6, 5'8 is considered tall and with that i am a ->-bleeped-<-ing amazon.
My mother and i plan to move to San Francisco next year, we have planned this for a long while but with my discover of my singaporean peers ha! i have been more keen than ever as any experience i had with westerners, they usually mind their own business. I am having money problems and this is becoming a worry because in september i will be evicted from my beautiful home with it's courteous neighbors, to live in a dump with my psychotic, melodramatic, tactless auntie and her boyfriend who at first thought i was gay and called me a guy for a couple of months, with neighbors that will drive you crazy as they want to know EVERYTHING about what the other person is doing, it's their right as Singaporeans. Previously i have lived with them for a week and at the end of the week wanted to kill myself i don't know how i'm going to keep sane. My mother is negative and turns every statement i make into a conversation about how we don't have money and our lives are going down the crapper.
Going to San Francisco is the only hope we both have of starting a new life and she doesn't want Singapore either but then comes here fear which she keeps telling me about and slowly i'm starting to get scared myself. I sit here as i am typing this wondering why haven't i just killed myself yet and just give myself the mercy of having some peace in my life.
Then if that's not bothering me, i keep starting at myself in the mirror and (obviously) taking pictures of myself and some angles i look ugly, some even i have to think i look pretty cute and i pass thing is i don't know which is which, which is what people see. It's like a big joke god has played on me to ->-bleeped-<- with my mind to see how long it'll take before i kill myself. I see models and actresses all the time and think "I wished i looked like that". I've had almost everybody (99.9% i'd say) say i'm pretty and some beautiful (thank you to all who have, means a lot to me).
I don't know what to do, i don't know how i'm going to survive at my auntie's house. Instead of brain storming my mother just says "You think of a way", how in the hell am i supposed to figure out everything. She keeps slamming me with bad news for 3 days in a row, god i don't know what to expect tomorrow.
Anyway this is probably my longest post here ever, i don't know it's just i'm so depressed...i wonder what kind of replies i'll get *sigh*.