sometimes i just get so sick with a place that people named it 'home'.
just because of a really small issue which actually requires no reply, my mother can actually screamed at me at the top of her voice right at the moment i reached home days back.
it's been YEARS since i actually throw my things around and slam the doors hard outta frustration and anger. because of the shoutings which happened, and only due to such small matter, the volcano within me erupted, and it's been like weeks since i last talked to my mother.
you can say that i'm being unfilial or childish, but i'm sick of her shoutings, and the only person who escaped from that is her dear son. so let her son talk to her as much as she want.
I'M SICK OF ALL THIS SH*T.
