It’s about time I got used to this routine. Waking up late, figuring out what to do next, eating, listening to my parents fight. BLA BLA BLA. I’m used to it, but it makes me sick. I can’t possibly spend the next month fretting over homework and sitting for two-hour long tuition sessions. Life’s too short.
I had a horrible morning. But i’d do it again because it was worth it.
Darren’s sick today so he didn’t go to school. I went all the way to old airport road to try and buy porridge, but failed. Firstly because I got lost at Tanjong Katong and when I finally took a taxi there the stupid stall was closed. Took a bus all the way back to orchard and down river valley. Bought chicken rice and porridge from boon tong kee, then cabbed all the way to bishan.
My cramps are killing me and I’m sitting here at darren’s mac because he’s snoring away. Life needs to get more exciting.
These past two weeks have been rough for me. Just been lots of running away and crying every night. Sometimes I even wondered why God put me on this earth. I failed to see why all this was happening. But I finally realise that there are important people in my life who are actually worth my time. And my dad in particular goes through so much more shit than I could ever handle. I guess life goes on after all the drama. I have so much more things to do, rather than get upset that my mom’s a bitch.