back from my wisdom tooth extraction surgery and the feeling of blood oozing every bit of a second triggers this unwarranted excitement. i've always been fond of the taste of blood that once in a while, i suck on my gums to release some for savoury purpose.
um, never mind that bit.
now it's beginning to ache but i'm only allowed to consume the next dosage 2 hours later.
and so, i hope this departure from him proves to be permanent. i've had enough of the treatment which i do not deserve. to talk to him in all accommodation and reciprocated in utmost disdain.
reading this, as you are, don't question me further. it's this one-sided story and it will remain as such. i don't need to tell you how much distress it has put me under. how unbecoming it has ended up that my usually-patient parents blew their top on him throwing his weight around in everyone elses' presence. everyone else was giving. really. if the upbringing was never right, no one can succeed in adjusting it.
so like every other time, i pulled out of it. needing to convince myself like before, he can watch himself better in the absence of my obnoxious attention. blogging like before with such unhappiness to remember such events. worrying like before how many more trips do i have to make to recover all my properties. 4 years and still no work. we don't deserve this.
thank you for being there.