Be strong

I was mad. So I need to blog. Cuz that's the only effective way to calm myself. So I kinda switched on the laptop too violently. My mom nagged a bit. I didn't bother cuz I'm untouchable that time. I'll explode. But my sister spoke up for me. Damn it.

She left. Again. All she does when she's mad, she leaves the house. I hate her doing that. That's why I'll force myself to keep my mouth shut. To make things end better,  I need to shut up. My sister made her go. But it was my fault. I was mad. She knows me, that's why she spoke up for me. She was protecting me. She knows I needed space. I need to chill. To calm myself. Mom nagging won't help. She knows.

I can't help. I need someone to talk to. Not her of course. Not her. Not her. Him? He's asleep. Him? Oh gosh last seen two minutes ago. He's still awake. Yes. But I figured that I shouldn't blurt out all things happening. He's studying. I don't wanna disturb. Maybe I just need his company. Cuz he's one of the best seniors that... I'm comfortable with. Very comfortable.

Wipe off your tears. Blow your nose. Stop wetting the pillows. Be strong. Come on. Damn. I'm okay.