Lots of things in mind.
Where do i start?
Lets start from the fighting to the end of my day.
Guess what, i fought with my mum again.
Cause of a fucking phone.
Please, come on.
I don't give a damn even if it is a new latest model mobile phone.
You don't even know to to use it.
Mum, please wake up to reality that you have a un-attended daughter.
With not lot of love given by you.
Not even had enough attention.
God!
Met up with Shaq.
Went Vivo to chilled & found our self a job.
Well, i can't possibly sit at home & rot && listen to nonsensical spouting.
So i decided to work & be independent.
So Mum, you don't have to worry about your left one & only little daughter here.
Cause she decided to live life independently & please pray for her.
So may god blessed her through her war of life.
Having to live with a hellish family under a war.
Yeah.
Oh GOD.
Here i go again.
Before going back home, met up with Wanie.
Usually routine.
Drink before heading home.
& my butt ache from all that sitting in the bus back home.
Shit.
I end my grandmother story here.
Goodnight.