Don't know what to write.
Don't know why I'm bothering.
I just want to do something.
And no. Did not do Physics. Who's surprised?
I need anger management classes. I can't control my temper. It doesn't help either that the pesky brother thinks it's funny to aggravate me. We'll see how funny it is when he ends up six feet under...
I mean, it's like, when he does something to piss me off majorly, I shoot up from my chair like a speeding bullet and charge at him, and I'm a swine-tooth madman. And I don't know, I get these thoughts like I want to hurt the living hell out of him, but I can control myself, but what if I get to the point where I can't?
Sigh. I'm restless. So restless. So bored. So stagnant. I want to suck out all the marrow of life and don't want to discover that I have not lived when I die. Carpe diem, they say, but what if there isn't a moment to seize?
My kid is NOT going to school in Singapore. No matter what. It is NOT going to school in Singapore. I know I'd make a shitty mom, but not to the extent of hating it so much that I'd send it to a Singapore school.
Well. That was a random thought if I ever see one.