Let's pretend you asked how my Sunday went. 

Well, Sunday morning was horrible. Except breakfast. Food lightens everything up. 

Sunday afternoon was spent cruising around, visiting my newborn cousin and going places. 

Meet JJ. 

 I hope you don't get caught up in the tangled web of life this early. 

I hope you don't hear your parents shouting as they fight, not even the hushed arguments. 

I hope you enjoy your childhood years no matter how messed up the present times are. 

I hope you get to know family in its truest and most genuine definition. 

I hope you receive the warmest of hugs and the sweetest of kisses. 

I hope you grow up to be strong and lovely. 

Welcome to the world. 

Happy Birthday! 

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 I think I'm going to stock up on art supplies this summer. 

 And, I've got 2 seasons of PLL to watch. Life is good. 

Sunday evening was spent on loneliness, laughs, curses and watercolor.

And I couldn't sleep at all, even at 1 am. Even when my dad started shouting and cursing and threatening me because I was still on the phone. Even when I switched off all the lights. Even when I had collapsed helplessly on my bed. Even when I hugged my pillow and forced my eyes shut. 

And I felt this sense of loneliness run deep within me and I couldn't trace its roots, where it came from. I tossed and turned and cried until I found myself sitting up, hugging my knees, rocking back and forth, and whispering my troubles to the darkness who listened silently, patiently and without judgment. My sanity was in question, but I lost myself to slumber, finally.