Happy mother's day.
I love my mum. Everything's going on well. Lunch, prezzie giving & yep, literally everything went on smoothly.

For some reasons I'm actually having è worst day ever in my teenage years. I wish I could fast forward my life til è day when I'm already somebody's granny. I'm dealing with so many stuffs that came together at one go I'm yearning for some peace.

I could take mean words & I'm apparently good at it. Just don't ever pick at my most painful wound & I wouldn't bite. I know u didn't say all that for è purpose of humiliating me, but ignorance doesn't mean u wasn't in è wrong. I'm sensitive to everything that reminds me of my dad. U knew it. Why wouldn't u just admit that what u said had hurt me instead of insisting that u didn't blurt it out on purpose? If my highness, u're too proud to apologize I'm telling u that I don't need one now. Don't bother anymore. Thanks for shaking me to è battering reality. So no one has really known me well enough after all. I must be imagining things all these while. I've had enough. Everyone is driving me to insanity. Everything hurts & there's nothing I can do to make it hurt less.

Thanks.
U made my day.