Blood is thicker than water

I'm starting to believe that women are 'blessed' with the 'power' of digesting their surroundings in details...(well, many times too detailed). For some women, even microscopic objects can turn into an issue as big as a brontosaur. I am, indeniably, categorized as one of the last group mentioned.

I've gone from km 0 to 8 just to find that I'm moving backwards to km 5 again. There are so many things going on in my head that I often feel out-of-focus. A good friend once told me that somewhere in between my consciousness, there are hidden thoughts unexplored. Perhaps it is because I'm never a frontal individual anyway. I still possess buried issues with my in-law, and even though I have tried to forget and pass by, I can still sense the cold war's breeze. Wish I can just say "F*** off, biatch!", but I can't possibly execute such impulsive action (if that happens, I might already in heaven...)

Every morning I wake up when the sun is high, and I wonder if she's still around, or else I'd hafta wait a couple more hours 'till she's really out of sight. Dunno what's gotten into me, but interacting with her seemed to be so horrific & the perfect ruiner to start my day.I'm such a hater...(which doesnt make me any better than her, I assume). Arrrgh...I'm not a saint anyway...I don't have to always be the good girl at all time, right?! Right or not, I object to face that unfriendly mimic another morning, so I'll just keep myself occupied with things that keep me high & happy.

Life's complicated enough, my mind shouldn't...(workin' on it)