i hate it when my mom makes me feel so guilty.

i hate it when i seem to spend so much time planning my days efficiently so that i can spend it with people whom i promised/want to.

i plan and i plan. it is never enough.

i am so effing tired of planning and maximising my days.

and then it seems as tho i dont spend enough time with my mom, my dad, my sis. did i even bother to question my moms health? have i ever been concerned if my dad left for outstation today? do i care how well my sis did for her trials today?

in the end, what are all those plannings for?

fuck it. this is a holiday. my precious holiday. and its time i sit back and actually relax and laze around at home.

i am not going out anymore till further notice. except for exercise.

sorry ppl, nothing personal.

- 12.21am -

xoxo, yvonne.