had a fight with mum this morning.. again. and yup, still my fault. sigh
i cried so hard yesterday. i wished my dad went away. i preferred it more. i then fell asleep. woke up at 4 pm, went downstairs and saw a backpack stuffed with my dads clothes. him travelling to god knows where without us having the idea of when he will be back home. im not bothered. nah.
as expected, our house feels.. less suffocating.
