Sigh. I live a sad life. Woa that sounds profound. But yea, my life is sad. I’m being forced to do what I don’t want to, hence the word ‘force’ duh. Other than that, I can’t enjoy my snacks because my mom loves to nag. “Why do you have to eat so fast?” she asked, annoyed, while I chomped away the titbits we just bought. It wasn’t the fact that I was driving at that time; she would have said the same thing even if I was eating it at home. “Do you even stop to swallow? You just keep on eating.” And then she showed more of her annoyed face. Arghh! Can you leave me alone? Let me eat in peace!
Now I have one of the snacks next to me and I can’t finish it even when I want to because all hell will break lose tomorrow if I did that.
Welcome to my life.