Well, here I am again. Today I am going to have an unexpected aunt. I don't know why she comes?
She doesn't even like us. She only likes my Dad. What I hear from others was that she nags. I'm not afraid to write it here is because my aunt doesn't go online. My Dad too. Well, if my Dad sees this he would most likely pop!
Well, I don't really like her. I have a bad impression on her. She called me "FAT" last time. I know I was at that time, but how could she call me fat when I see people around me fatter than I am. I don't want to name anyone. How could she hurt the heart of an innocent girl? hahaha...I'm innocent. But after that, I complained in the car and my Dad didn't make a sound.
I don't know what is her problem.
Well, enough of her to spoil my day. Well, I didn't go to church today. Usually I don't go to church because I have tuition in the morning. But since tuition is not going on till Children's Day, I am free on Sundays. But, the fact that I didn't go to church today, I feel kind of guilty. So I prayed the rosary this morning.
My mom didn't want to go because she didn't feel good today. Besides, she didn't feel good yesterday. Probably PMS-ing, or stress. I guess it's stress. But I can't tell. I'm not her.
Anyway. I am studying Literature now, and I thought drop an entry. So here I am.
Sometimes I don't know what to write anymore.Okay. I got it...
Yesterday, I cried. I was frustrated with myself. I am not studying at all and I can totally forget about getting straight As. But today. I am online now to read articles of my subjects so it is considered studying, I guess.
I felt lost and alone yesterday. Felt like there was no point in life. Felt like I was Useless. Felt like there is just no path or calling. Felt like dying. But I got over it.
I remember the times when I felt the same way, I would cut myself. Though it never bleeds, but the scars of frustrations are always there. But those days were over. I guessed, I got through that.
But still, one most best way to get rid of my anger is to vent it on punching the walls. That's my best relieving way though it is still violence and hurting myself. I'd rather hurt myself, my own fist, then to hurt others or scream and make a hell of a noise. So people who know me. Don't be surprised to see me punching the wall. Don't bother to comfort me. Because that's my way of getting rid of my anger. My anger management.
Well, I'd better get back to my studies. Catch up later.
.Rm.Ch.Ls.Fb.Rh.


