Dear Diary.

My parents are not doing anything since over a week.

So was it all a misunderstanding?

I’m not really sure. I’m happy there is harmony at home now.

Today I listened to “look what you made me do” in front of my dad and I started to get anxious thinking if he thought I’m playing it for him.

I wasn’t. I don’t hate my parents.

I love and care for them and always wait for them to reciprocate.

I was angry in the past, yes. The circumstances and situation was as such. There was immense bullshit, which I was clearing one by one.

I’m happy these days. I’m happy that I spoke about everything that happened. It’s like a weight has lifted.

I am heartbroken and sometimes sad. But mostly I’m happy and find joys even though there are problems.

Having a kid in the house is bliss. I’m so blessed to have two.

Sometimes I get anxious when I speak because people put meaning behind my words and actions. I don’t know why that is?

I’m always clear and direct.

I don’t know, the bullshit that happened to me still haunts me, it might always be lurking somewhere in my mind, I’m afraid.

I just have to be brave enough to move forward even if it does and try not to let it consume me. The intensity is so less now, it’s manageable.

I can just brush the thought aside and think about something good instead.

Ginny is my favorite thought. I love thinking about her but I always start to cry.

I’m not getting sleep now. I want to listen to my sleep song and lay down.

Goodnight.