i feel damn sad when i return home in the morning and see the dinner mom spent hours cooking thats left on the table for me, when i flaunt money like water and they scrimp and save every single cent, when dad wears a twenty dollars jeans and i wore a pair that costs three hundred, when i think how close me and my brother and my cousins used to be when we were young and we're so distant now, when i failed to meet their expectation and they can do nothing but resent, when i see a girl cry but can't help and standing there watching her. i wished life was as simple as it was back then when happiness meant mum and dad were bringing us to mac hotcakes breakfast on a sunday morning.