behold, long lost entry. with a tint of sadness.
things got me worked up, and i feel all of a sudden, very sad. so a little background of what my train of thoughts led me.
so, i come from a complete family, with a father, and a mother, and a sister, plus a brother. but that is what filled up the picture frame. though people say pictures speaks a thousand words, you dont find this picture anywhere in my house.
so what we dont have a family photo? what does it constitute to? well, not that i demand a family picture, but for what i can say is, we are drifting apart, long time ago, till a point i dont even know we can get back or not.
since secondary school, kids like my age tend to be more rebellious. what does that mean? it would mean not listening to adult's advice, acting like an adult but an immature one, having fun at first priority, etc.
and hence, i spend more time with friends than family. and probably from a habit, it became a lifestyle. and it is not good i would say. i dont "connect" with my family, at all, for years. i know nothing of what my family do, what they like i have forgotten, what they really want i dont recall. and whenever i get home, each of us is in its own world.
i dont know how close my siblings are to my parents and vice versa, but i know one thing, I am not close to all my family members. what they know of me, is just a memory. like the stuffs i like to eat, are things of a past. my mother would think i love them in the past, and i would love them now, but do i? that is just an example.
and recently activities like my brother is getting upset because of a broken heart, me being the eldest, i can do nothing to help him. he just painstakingly endured it, without anyone helping him. parents not around, sister couldnt be much of a help, and i just . . . sms him.
i couldnt face him. i couldnt be right next to him, giving him man to man talk. i could do it to anyone in my army's battery, but i cant do it with him. and i seriously have no idea why.
and my parents, i have no idea what are they thinking. though we can manage living on our own, but i can see from my sister's eyes she missed them, a lot. and my brother, trying to act tough as usual, missed them too.
i missed them too, but i guess they just cant feel it, all the way from here.
so back to the topic, what i dont want in the future, is to see my family fall apart. from our lifestyle, we are not bonded, at all. but we are to drift even more, i guess i couldnt call it a family anymore. though we are bonded by blood, but the things we do, seriously, what are we?
i can rant and rant all i want, but it cant change anything. i am one of the cause of the problem too. and now my brother is picking up my footstep. THIS IS NOT GOOD.
i dont want to go back home and just face the walls.
i dont want to go back home and all i do is just smile at my mom and she just smile back like nothing is wrong.
i dont want to go back home and all we do is just facing the technology like TV or monitor screen and get on with life like this.
this is not home. this is not home.
it has to start somewhere. I have to start somewhere.
But where?
I am lost.