My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She's struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mum more than anything else in the world.
sometimes i am quite hard to please i guess. having expectation from people sucks. they just not seem to realise at all. which is really annoying. i am quite petty when it comes to who strats intiating a conver & whether one makes the effort or not to talk to me. i can sense it all. maybe i gave a “i don’t care face”/ expressionless/ poker face whatever you called it but i do. & i take it personally. i just hate all this seasonal stuff like what’s the point? being close for a season & leaving me hanging like it did’nt existed. take intiative mind you. maybe i shouldn’t even care but hey friend i do. & what you say & do just doesn’t seem to piece well. maybe i am too sensitive or something but i hate being treated like i don’t even exist. really. hate. it. if that’s the case i shall be mean & let it all stay like this. i don’t even wanna care anymore. sometimes i pretend not to notice but i see everything.