The Thought

I made my mother angry. She told me that I should just go to die. I guess she was extremely angry this time.

I was trying hard to help my mother. Really hard. However, she didn't feel that way. But to be honest, it was her attitude that triggered the argument, and I responded with a similar attitude with the same frequency as hers.

Maybe I should just go to die, which is easy peasy, at least to me. Open the balcony sliding door, and leap off the railings. Then it is done. And nothing can be done to remedy it.

I admit, I had this thought when my mother scolded me.

Maybe I should just commit suicide.

What's for living, when the person who had given birth to me asked me to go to die?

Help, anyone?

Help?

Maybe I should just die.

No, dismiss this thought! This is too dangerous!

I have to admit, I am actually a pretty good mood reader, if anyone's joyful or gloomy, I will know it right away, mostly from the tone of their voice, but sometimes from their complexion. Some people may claim that this is a good thing, but I would say, not most of the time. Sometimes, I will notice a subtle hint of anger from another person, I will respond with the same frequency as his or hers. And this incurs a never-ending altercation.

I am good at reading people, but very bad at controlling my own temper. So basically, I am a reflection of the person who is talking to me. I give my response accordingly. This is a bad thing, I'm hundred percent sure of that.

After writing these things out, honestly, I feel a lot better. So thanks, my personal diary!