Saturday, November 19, 2005
last night sort of quarrelled with Mum... Well not really quarrelling because she's doing the talking for most of it and I just can't be bothered to return any favour.
Seems like she doesn't appreciate a wee bit of every effort I've put in to this family... I'm slow, incompetent, dumb, clumsy, selfish, uncaring, you name it...
Although now we are in talking terms now *surprisingly* the damage cannot be undone. If it was in DotA, I can always run back to the fountain to regain my 'hit points' and 'mana', but this seems to be a permanent damage, to my wavering confidence, to my self-esteem, to my will of living, to everything that one must have to survive...
Sometimes I do wonder what made me continuing living in this god damn world, and I guessed the answer everytime is 'friend'. Yes, friends...
I guess there will always be a continuing and endless battle between friends and family for me. If only I insisted on leaving last night after dinner....
//Brandon struck at
12:07 PM\\