Frustration

If only..
I was as perfect as others..
Adorable and graceful..

If only..
I can fulfil her needs..
Her request and dreams..

She told me..
That she love me..
But i can't help to think that I'm just an investment..
A tool for her to clung her claws..

Its painful..
To fail on becoming the best daughter as what she's been dreaming..

To fail on giving her everything that she could wish upon..

Its paycheck day..

She's asking so much as always..

Apparently I'll just need to spend the rest of my core leave in my tiny devastated room..

Sigh...