Today is such a sucky day, save for being able to watch Transformers. Home is currently hell thanks to my mother. Is it my fault for feeling so angry? I think it's only right that I feel this way. What my mother did was not normal, in fact it was wrong. And for her to reciprocate the anger simply because she feels I don't have the right to be mad is pure shit. I'm not asking for an apology so my mother shouldn't also expect me to thank her for what she did. I didn't ask for it. There are many more things left unsaid, but I can't say simply because she is my mother. This is why my Ipod is always stuck to my ears. This is why I love going to work more than ever. This is why I love to stay late at the office, hoping for any form of overtime work even without pay. This is why I dread breakfasts because it is the time my mother would start yakking her way through my brains. This is why I hate going home.
