Well, I always thought I've been pretty open about things. I always come home only to ramble on and on about things. True that I don't say really personal stories but then my stories are not always daddy-friendly like the whole buble saga and I am not the best storyteller so why bother right?
Then also that day I heard my mum talking about me to her sister or whoever that is on the phone, might be the weird cousin-in-law. Whoever it is, she said something like I'm really stubborn and that I always want things my way. Which is true 'cause if they were to reject my dragon bun(d) plan, I was going to go ahead myself. Be it alone. One day I'll do just that and make all of them eat my words.
But am I really like this? I'm having some kind of identity crisis now. I think it is the pms. The monster is back. Everytime at some point I'll just end up questioning myself and all that. What the hell.
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