It rained really hard here. By midday, my gloom deepened to match the weather. I got really pissed with my parents over the simplest of matters. Okay, my mum mentioned that I looked like an indonesian maid when I tied my hair real low instead of high up as I normally would. Frankly, I know she's just making a joke, but she sounded disgusted and I just that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I totally blew up and told my mum that I was her daughter, not some indonesian maid. But now that I think about it, maybe I should have just laughed it off. But I cant. Iam not Atticus.

Then my dad mentioned this rather 'bad' habit of mine. See, since I was in primary school, I had always used the bottom of my staircase as a place where I wear my shoes. I would place the shoes at the extreme left corner so that no one would trip should they decide to come downstairs at night. But then my dad said it was dirtying the steps, which I found was untrue because 1: I clean my shoes, and 2: I Its only a small portion. He told me, I blew up again, and in less than 1 minute, I cooled down. My parents are wondering why I perform these crazy emotional gymnastics, and the truth is, I dont know myself either. I mean, I can be fine and dandy one min, and the next iam screaming at something annoying. I dont know. ARgh. Iam not like this in school though. School Iam fine. Its just at...home. No, my parents are great. They care for me and everything. So sometimes, i doubt its their fault.

I dont know what up with me.