I see them interacting and I wonder who the hell invented that private little Armageddon called puberty. And the equivalent of this in the adult world: raising children. In a way I am glad I can't get involved, on the other hand I am constantly watching myself NOT saying what I think and even though I think my opinion on some of the topics might be valuable - I have no right what so ever to make any of it my piece of cake.
The more I observe the more I understand Claus. It must have been hell seeing mom and me not listening to each other. It's so bloody frustrating.
Moving into my flat on Friday. Jesus, am I gonna be a skint little bunny once I have paid the rent. Kindly, Jessica is taking care of the deposit!!! Thank fuck!!!
Other important news: If I smile, I smile thinking of D. I am in Paisley right now. TV night. MMMmmmh! I feel appreciated!
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
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