Mum's not feeling too well these days. Its not easy at all to take care of a sick person. I want to be there for her the best i can. I feel disgusting for getting irritated when she repeatedly makes me leave my chair to get her this, to do the laundry, to not forget the softener. I'm horrible. For the minimal amount of time i spend at home, the cheek of me to get annoyed. But i still do. I try my best to suppress it. I have to. She is my mother and i love her.

I CANNOT CLICK MY TONGUE JUST BECAUSE SHE NEEDS ME. I CANNOT STARE DAGGERS AT MY BROTHER JUST BECAUSE SHE NEVER ASK HIM OF ANYTHING. I need to keep my panties on.

Today is a lazy day that involved me serving the lady.
Today i fell in love with Grey's again.
Chief Webber, "The contest is a lion fight. So chin up, put your shoulders back. Walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds. Celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You are in the lion fight, Stevens. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar."
I miss Hjgher.

My ass strives to live on my chair when i am home and slimy. I like my workspace, my messy but clean table. I have my laptop, i have my books. I know ze corner i've left my calculator or my card reader. Though i neglect its functions a little, I feel wise when i see my quill. It looks like a part of this ginormous magnificent white bird (maybe i feel nuts too). I overlap notes on my noticeboard to the left but i never take any down. Everything moves to the side when i eat. I have my music. I have my negative scanner and my cup of water. Its also relatively easy when i get sleepy. 2 steps and i reach my bed. Lie down, lift up my arm slightly below ninety degrees, hit the air-conditional remote.

Goodnight world, its been lovely

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