mm, hey.
I'm as frustrated as two frustrated things.
Mom went all psycho on me. Currently, anything I do is wrong and punishable by law. Been trying to brush it off as PMS, maybe even menopause. But even my most valid excuse, is not convincing enough for me.
I'm so sick of waking up to be yelled at, and on a good day, completely ignored. For the past few days, I've been extremely patient, forcing myself to shut my mouth, and take it all in without so much as a whimper. This has not as such been an easy thing to do, seeing as I'm the most temper mental person you will probably ever meet. But my patience is wearing extremely thin, that we're basically treading on glass. I'm tired of always having to avoid or dodge any topic or thing that would set her off again.
Lastyear, everyone knows how trippy mom and I were. We didn't talk for 9months, and in that period of time, she refused to claim me her child. She acted as if I were dead, and I shamelessly did too. But no, thinking about it, we would have treated the dead more lovingly. The shit I got myself into was crazy stupid. I would've made Tommy Lee feel angelic. My life's motto was "Sex. Drugs. Rock&Roll." But after sometime, it gets old. And 9months is a pretty fuckin long time.
I'm stubborn, see. Which is probably why I took so long to come around. Mom's equally hardheaded, which is why we're constantly going head to head. I know for a fact that I get my shitty temper from mom. The weird thing is, eventhough I look like the much younger version of mom, and we have the same temper, that's the only thing we have in common, sadly enough. She thinks I'm too much like my dad.
Got the last day of PMR figured out. Subang and Hartamas, probably.

;; Hello future girlfriend. What you waiting for, (: ?