I have my own things to do, I have my own things to take care of.
I get that doing these chores for you has probably taught me to become a more sensible woman, or rather, wife material. But then again, not really. Because I hardly have the time to sort out my own room or whatever that's related to me. It's always about you you you in the house.

Funny how the other day when we were having family lunch together, you suggested that in the future you'd like to bring mother and yourself to move into a studio apartment made for elderly and leave this house to me. I'm suppose to continue your legacy of animals? Please. You think I love this house. Well, I did loved this house. Back when I was 6. But you transformed it into a living nightmare for me.

The last few couple of years as I grew up, I've have somewhat grew mundane to it. Being 20 now, I realized that it's already pointless to hope that you'd change or if anything will change.

The only thing I would asked of you is that you can give your fullest attention & concern to the dog you picked out at the pet shop. He wants you, he needs you. He calls for you, every single time. I have done all that I could and nothing works. I'm growing frustrated, tired and hurt but I don't think it's fair to Fidel because it's not his fault for feeling neglected.

Hard for me to admit, but yes I'm tired. Tired of these responsibilities to things that were not started by me. I can't wait till the time comes when you can no longer use my free time as an excuse.