not a good weekend. mom and i had a misunderstanding last night, then dad joined in. i just wanted to leave. but i couldn’t. so i just cried myself to sleep. what made it feel worse was i’ve been looking forward to going home this weekend. i even planned on leaving Monday instead of Sunday like i usually do so I can spend more time at home. Everything was going fine actually until mom and I had this discussion.
whenever i feel bad, i think of home. i don’t have to tell them what’s bothering me. it’s already enough that i’m home. home is like my refuge. so when something like this happens, i feel depressed………. #FML