Finally it was over

FINALLY it was over and we both decided to have a summer truce. My mother finally decided to speak. After four days of not speaking she caved for our conversation. Maybe she misses our arguments and debates because there are no other persons to argue with her and it's just me, and she misses my voice. Haha.. Nah, honestly speaking, I want to make the first move. I was not born to have a cold heart but to pacify my mother. Also, I wanted her to realise that sometimes there are few things in our life that I'm right and she's not. It was hard. Really. She started to talk to me and tell my new indifference. That I've changed a lot, that I reason out now, that I used to be like this, like that..And now I'm this and I'm that.. cetera..cetera.. I wanted to tell her that she knows me very well that when I say something, I mean it. But I refused to speak and kept myself quiet. I'm just thankful that even though I didn't pass my task to made her realise what I want, at least now we're talking again. Because when it comes to my mother, I will do anything. I can make adjustments and I will make anything possible. And for me that's a good thing.

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Crying Time?

I am PMSing.. And consider these as one of my worst PMS. My tolerance of pain is quite good but there are much worst things happening. My appetite usually was like raging soldiers who caves for battle and now I'm like a kid with anorexia. Pimple counts was unbearable it keeps popping everywhere in my body. And the worst thing of my PMS now is I cry. Yes. I cry and I can't stop it. I read something that's quite touchy, I cried. I eat something I did like, I cried. I remember something that made me happy, I cried. Even while watching PBB series, I cried again. I just wish my fucking period would come asap so I won't lose any more fluid in my body.