when will i start to appreciate?

im sick. sick in the mind. sick in the heart.

when i met wif nasty situations at work, i tot of how dad overcome it and i pulled through.

i happen to help him arrange his transport receipts, n i wonder if he enjoyed wat he is doing.

looking thru wat he did everyday, its no wonder he detested wat i did for the past few years.

and my skin is thick enough to argue with him over a top i bought while im still jobless.

i want to arrange his receipts everyday. to remind myself how useless i am.

im useless & ugly.