Its another typical kind of day. Yet theres little bit of differences on such a typical day.
Help out with some chores at home just cos I've got the opportunity to. I wish that the kids at home will learn to appreciate and help out soon. But i guess thats kinda fat hope.
Today, I received a nuisance call at home and I cant help thinking too much and be unhappy in receiving such calls. I wish that I had spoke what my heart and brain wanted to. Its such a rude stranger on the telephone asking for number. Its damn freaking idiotic. It reminds me of that phone call I had that made me feel afraid of safety. Sigh.
Anyway I just wanna not worry so much.
Love,
Z
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