I nearly cried right then and there. I'm thankful I have this cell phone I can focus my attention on while everyone is commenting on my mother's stories about me and my insecure childhood. Doesn't she know that, until now, I am still insecure? She wanted to separate me from my "security blanket" when I was 5. She doesn't know that until now, I still have a "security blanket" of my own. I probably need a shrink.
The fact that they were asleep on my bed last night doesn't make me feel any better. I had to rent a PC right after shift without even bothering with how tired I am, how my eyes hurt and how hungry I am. I just don't wanna stay at home while they're there. Everything seems so airy and proud and so... phony. One more night to endure and they're gone and back to their lives. I wish it was Friday already.
She knows she doesn't deserve all that. I believe in Karma, what you give is what you get returned...
At least one person made me smile during dinner last night:
my nephew with his lola
Vincent Ian Pedres at 8 months
check out this album during his baptismal