The Art of Saying No

I have lost the person I often confided in. Veritably, it was hard for me to sink that fact in, but today, I abide. Soforth, I shall have to lift up my heavy figure on my own. As there's no one who has the patience to withstand my ordeals no longer.  

These past few weeks, I have begun to master the art of saying 'NO'. I'm usually the 'yes sir' type of person. Lately, the word has swift through these lips quite often. This transition is transpired from the running disappointments with the family.

Half of my life has been about accommodating my family convenience. Come on, I'm a 30 year old woman who is still staying under the same roof with her parents. What does that say to you? I pretty hope it translated to an independent woman being responsible for her parents. Because that is what my current life is focused on. 

I really want to be one of those anak mithalis, I strongly do. But what's prevailing is not giving me an easy pass. It's frustrating. 

I want my weekends to be mine.

I want to wake up late in the afternoon and not tempered by the sound of a man bickering every chance he gets with me.

I want to earn plenty so Mom can chill more.

I want to take up courses, another Degree or better yet a Master in English or E-commerce. 

I want so many things in life.

But this life is not mine. It's not mine. It was never mine. It is not today. It is not tomorrow. 

xx, 

depression talk.