What's with?

What's with the summer? I am not enjoying it. I haven't been out since last Sunday. You see, my parents and I have been at odds with each other and today, mom and I got into each others' nerves.

Dad's text (10:32:04 am on 28-05-2008):

Kamille, may I ask you to stop answering back to your mom. Be conscious of her hyper tensive condition. May I suggest you put down in writing your issues and email her and that includes me. 

My reply through e-mail:

I have nothing against you, Dad because I've always been your girl. I just wish you didn't call me an ingrate today because it really broke my heart. But you know I will always understand.

Love,

Kamille.

See, the only reason I answered my mom back was because I hated the way she's been talking to me. I mean, all of my close friends know about my sama ng loob especially when it comes to the baseball issues. But please, she's still my mom. I wish she's still be willing to be that person in my life and not forget about me just because I don't play baseball. I know she loves me but I just hope she doesn't love my brothers more.

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I want to go to a place where I can have some peace and quiet (SYN. being away from my very irritating brothers who can't seem to talk without shouting their throats off), drink coffee, smoke a fag and start reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho.

P.S. HINDI TALAGA AKO INGRATA.