the irony is that the very things she said to me, i've worried about them before too. i've regretted not working, perhaps spending too much.. worried about whether am i doing the right thing, most of all, saddened by the distance between me and them.

and she said everything out like i was really indifferent and unsensitive to these issues.

she said i changed, maybe. but how could i not? when i'm constantly being pulled apart.

my heart aches, feel hurt. her words, oozing with worry, but every sentence a mock at my sensibility. am i really such a fool?

i wished to say things in my defence, but i am weak and tired. and i know that actions are more important whereas words ring hollow.

a night to sleep early.