I cry until it stops.I cry until I'm fine.I cry until I laugh.
This nite I'm tired enough.Arrived home at 7.40 could be said as a late coming,couldn't it?I entered the house and saw my daddy were sitting on the sofa.He seemed so panic and stared me sharply.Then,he asked me why I got back home late and why I didn't call him for coming home late.Ok,he was angry and talked about annoying things then.I just walked into my room---too tired to listen those words,closed the door,and turned the music on until the maximum volume.I heard no one voice.I just enjoyed the song I heard by.I'm tired.Simple.But not that simple for my dad.
We had a little fight.I shouted to him that I was tired and.......I cried.First crying in 2012.Tonight.Hey dad,I'm so sorry for shouting on you.I'm just too tired tonite.Sorry for telling you no notification to come home late tonite.But.....my anger was just uncontrollably tonite.Sorry. :(
-ayusuwar-
P.S : thanks for showing that you care a lot .I received ur offline messages,but It seemed like you're already sleeping when I reply it.thanks,dude.I'm fine. :")

