Going to my grands hse used to be- go if you want to, kinda thing. But it seemed to have become a routine every Sunday. It's practically occupying my every Sundays. I see no point in them forcing me up there and all I do is to sit in front of the tv until its time to go. It'll be a happier thing if 'm going up there willingly. There's no rule stating that Sundays are only meant fer family.

The quarrel has been going on fer as long as it last man. 've been listening to super outrageous remarks made by my mum, those nonsensical ones just to make me listen to her and of course those that certainly do not make any sense at all. I bet some toddler can make more sense than her. 've been nagged at almost everyday fer mistakes that I don't think it is, fer the stuff that I do which in her opinion its wrong.

'm starting to get immune to everything that is happening. I realised there's no point showing that 'm displeased or angry, because it'll only cost me a few more hours of nagging. 'm never gna show signs of weakness to make her feel she's right, after all, I was never wrong besides the fact that I told her I needed peace in a rather direct manner.

I was never the good daughter to her, and 'll stop trying to be the good daughter that she wants me to be. cos at the end of the day, whatever I do will still be wrong. I might as well just lead the life that I want to lead, do the things that I want to do. I will only live once, no point spending the hours of my life on ridiculous stuff like appeasing my unreasonable parents.