Sometimes, I think I'm the black sheep of the family. Not because I am a trouble maker, seriously, I don't drink or smoke, don't do drugs nor sex. It's just that, I bring doom to my parents.
I am supposedly a graduating student this year. I will pass the board exam and will find a well-paid job and so my mom and dad can have the vacation they deserve. But no! Screw my school and their messed up plan now I am staying for another year. Another year of misery. I am absolutely and undeniably having fun watching all my plans being thrown out the window. And this friggin scoliosis, why of all God given spinal cord did He gave me a crooked one? I felt bad when I learned that I have kidney stone cos I have to take medications. And now I have this, pestering me, specially my parents. My brother suggest that I can undergo operation but right now I am taking my rehab hoping against hope that I don't have to go in there. I can't stand needles and just the thought of someone cutting me open gives me chills. My parents never complain, they just give me encouragement and daily reminders to do my exercise. I'm so lucky to have them. They never let me feel like I'm a liability but the cynic in me never miss that part and remind me that I am a doom maker. I feel guilty not because that is what they're making me feel but I feel that way maybe because that is what I am supposed to feel.
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