I never really celebrated Easter, cause mom wasn’t bothered to make this a tradition with me.

But yet again, I am learning that living with her is bad for my nerve system, confidence and self-esteem. She doesn’t understand me. And I don’t understand her. It will never happen.

I kinda wish I was like Random Idea, who travels around, and lives where she wants to, cause she can afford it and it’s fun for her.

I guess I overstayed my welcome.