consider.

today was probably the worst day of the year.
i can't believe i came back home with the intention of confronting my parents; my mother especially. they are both going through a lot.
i can be so insensitive at times, i feel guilty so very guilty. so guilty that i feel responsible for ammu's sickness right now. she fainted minutes after i stormed out crying over something really silly and insignificant and most importantly untrue. she was asking me not to travel alone when i refuted saying she didn't care about my well being. so untrue and unfair.
i am sorry, dear reader. i am whining now. bear with me.
i have paraded between thoughts of conceptualism and one's own better judgement. i can't still figure out where i am standing at this point of my life; my life is a slow motion movie going nowhere.
there's a sad dying sigh somewhere in the background. consider it as music.