Life’s been good so far until today. Went back to Pd today, and well, I got it from dad nicely for like basically nothing…which kinda hurts esp when it comes to the words that dad uses. And ever since I got back I thought finally my relationship with dad was improving because like finally we have something to talk about ( our experiences in the hospitality line) and everything else related to it. It was great being able to talk to him and stuff… but then after today I don’t know…. Its like I’m back to the start of the line all over again. DAMN! It’s like no matter which path I choose, I always end up at square one when it comes to dad. Don’t know how much more I can take of this mental torture…if one can call it. But I dunno. Maybe I should just leave ….

Hopefully once I’m done with my BA, I’ll get my management trainee in either Australia or USA. Maybe leaving will be good for everybody………

"So Immortal,
Like the poetry.
So Silver,
Like the tortured night of my purpose.
I AM BITTER"
- Goth Quotes