To me, it was perfect in it’s own way.
If there’s anyone that knows how to push my buttons and make my cry, it’s my mom.
Hurtful words in exchange of never anything nice. It keeps on stacking; I crumble.
- I rather be working than being at home right now (typhoon).
- I hate explaining myself over and over only to be misunderstood to the point I’m just ready to bite their head off. It’s like beating a dead horse; I get nothing out of them.
- Not having enough family bond time (specifically, my brother) because I work now and it consists of night shifts. I live in the same house and I never see them anymore.
Last time I had sex, it was wonderful.∞ reblog