day: one hundred and one

I had to wake up early to go out today. The midnight before I was pretty sure that it was going to bitterly be a mediocre, if not, a shit day. It turns out I was right.

So I wake up shivering from the cold after putting the snooze on for 5 minutes because I didn't have the energy (or motivation) to get up. Then I got layered up and off I went to the train station.

I really hate train tickets. They never seem to like me. Every time I stop at the city the ticket validator would always say that my ticket is invalidated. I mean c'mon, I validated the damn thing. It'll probably be worse once I have to switch over to myki.

So in the city and we go shopping. At that point I started feeling extremely crap. You know, it's one of those texting dramas that teens get all worked up about. I just can't believe why someone would purposefully ignore me. So I guess it was the two of us going shopping while I had to hold back all my teenager emotions. At least I got three shirts out of it?

So after that silent ordeal I could never be more happy to see mum again. Sometimes I think that the only person I can trust is her. After all the lies and broken promises from people who meant the world to me, I think I should be just content with family and home. Dad's coming home from overseas and I'm very excited to meet him and the pack of pens that my cousins bought and packed for me. I'm very fussy about my pens.

Here are some oh-so-meaningful teenager feeling morals:
• Don't trust anyone: keep them close, but not close enough to let them break you.
• I must be a psychic: I predicted my mood today.
• I joke I always have bad days.
• At this point in time, if I were to chose between pens and friends on who would be a better companion, I think it'd be the pens.
• Papa will be waiting nervously for your arrival home, my darling pens!