Today is a good day because I acknowledge it to be one.

This morning I was having breakfast with my parents. My dad commented about how the amount of money I spend on food every day is too much, but I defended myself by saying that I couldn’t help it because we rarely had dinners together. My dad stops talking about this and moves on to talking about something I was too lazy to want to listen. My mum also went on by talking about how a close friend of hers just died from heartbreak. Her husband had an affair and left her and her eighteen year old son, and thirteen year old daughter. This hits home.

I do not want my suffering to be gossip for those who are bored.