1:12 am.
I am here clicking on this keyboard typing out my feelings.
I just watched a movie with my mother who is now 47 years old.
We didn't talk much.
Well,we talk but we don't joke around much as you know "as we grew older,we grew apart."
I used to think those words are lies.
But now,I guess nothing's ever a lie.
What you show,is what you meant right?
I have a family.
We're well,quite happy.
But,I can never talk more than 5 mins with my dad.
It's just us.
We never sing in the car when our favourite songs come out.
It's just us.
Even with my mum I did the same thing.
I used to hug her to sleep 8 years before.
But that was before.
Now,we don't do that anymore.
They hate me.
It's just us.