Nice to know I still have the capability.
I felt like I had used up all my tears over the past few months and hadn’t cried in a long time for me — weeks? But my lovely mother just sent me a not-so-nice email and I sent her a not-so-nice reply and then I cried. Mainly because I had a shit day at work and forgot to lock the office so after getting home called my boss for the property mgmt security officer’s number but he wasn’t answering his phone so went back to the office to lock it and of course the security guards had already done it. And it was 7:30pm and I was tired and felt like an idiot, but it took an email from my mother telling me to soul search about my fear of Christian propaganda and remarking that my work tardiness is because I drink too much and I lost my foothold on my good-ish attitude.
Sometimes I hate being an adult, mainly because it means that the only way your parents can “punish” you is to make you feel like shit about yourself.
