Pick me up.

I had a moodswing today. Okay, maybe I shouldn't blame on the moodswing at all. I don't know.

I found it hard to smile, to even start a converstation with mum's collegue like we usually did. I even rejected when she profered her biscuits to me, on purpose I guess. Out of my peripheral vision, I felt her gaze and maybe her wonder. She must be wondering why have I been so different. And weird.

But anyway, I shouldn't care. And, I don't. Cuz' I'll tell you something you don't know about me, readers. If I do care, I would have apologised.

I had a another cut on my index finger. It hurt when I was doing the dishes. Wait, how did I get that cut?


Oh, right. I remember. But, long story short. I'll just say thanks to that beyatchh who happens to be my mum's collegue I just mentioned.