Demonic Angel

me and my mom had a freaking fight again. This time the reason is just shallow. It was because a freaking little stain in my top. She asked me of what it was, i said it was coffee. She started yelling and shit. And directed the subject into another one, she just made it bigger, it becomes bigger and bigger because i don't allow her to step on me like an ant, like what she would always do before. Since i started getting annoyed when i turned 15 with her annoying screaming and yelling again and again, i eventually pushed my self to answer back, seriously, i answer back, i know it's not right, but hell im not perfect and she isn't too!



Fuck this life, im actually hating it. do you think im liking it here? everyone is happy except me! i dont like it here, i think ma misses the phils too, but she keeps saying that there is nothing there. God. There is nothing?! everything is there, our relatives! our friends! our closefriends! favorite spots and favorite everything! my boyfriend is there for crying out loud! and they don't even care about how i feel! I want to go back. I just don't have the courage to tell them. I'd rather stay there and study alone than having to put up with this shitty situation. Fuck.