now, i actually have something to rant about. mom treats me like i'm her delivery girl or something like that & asking me to run errands. i mean i totally don't mind doing it once in a while but too often. na-uh. it's understood that she's busy with work & that's really the reason why i should help. i just don't see why she can't ask someone else to do it. it bugs the fuck outta me.

whatever, i don't want to think about this too much. i was in a foul mood to grans, which i shouldn't have done, cos' i felt horribla after. Adults just have this power, once you shout at them or raised your voice and sound brusque, whatever it is. After a second of that, you immediately feel guilty and regretted what you said, almost wanting to apologise. i keep reminding myself, karma.

man, i'm going to be miserable when i have teenagers. hah, yeah right.

taa.