Mornings are a good sign cause it means there’s another chance for you to start a better day than the last.
I’m not a morning person though. I’ve always considered myself vitally active at night. Yes, I am nocturnal. Like a bat.
Anyhow, last night hadn’t been one of my greatest. My mom called from Dubai so she could scold on me for having to screw the whole house budget thing.
I didn’t say anything in line of my defense partly because she hung up the phone and partly because I probably suck at standing up to my mother. I’m just not used to it.
Well, I’m sorry I couldn’t remember where I spent the money because I had to focus on the fact that it’s almost exam week for student nurses like me, or I had to deal with the other fact that I’m losing my friends, or maybe that I often have issues with myself. So blame me for being nineteen and thrown into the responsibility of studying a course I never wanted to take and looking after my siblings and the freakin house budget at the same time.
Leave it to her to turn back the cards and place the blame on me for stuff like my unpaid tuition fee, for example.
I’m talking crap again. The worst part about the morning is remembering the might before.
Are you a morning person?
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P.S. I am so not.