Well, five days into 2013 and already it’s looking quite shit.
I had a dream about mum so I cried.
My cousin N started primary 1 and I wasn’t there to witness it – being the black sheep of the family and all – so I cried.
And a little piece of news presented to me at 7 in the morning the other day was happy news, but not for me, so…you guessed it – I cried.
My life, I swear. It’s not normal. Too much tragedy, too many tears. Seriously. I just can’t deal with this shit.