And it happened. I have weighed feelings in the moment of outburst. Someone said that in order to tell the truth we risk to offend someone. And I did to my dear aunt. It was out of anger but more of frustration and sadness. Frustration because she wasn't the same aunt of what I have in my memories. Sadness because I have to yell, and knowing she doesn't have anyone to console her.
I realized again ang again why I wanted to leave this place. It's not because I don't care for everyone. Its because I can't bear seeing them fighting again and again. If we were just a little bit fortunate, even just a tad. Maybe we could afford peace. Or maybe we could separate ways.
I know I've grown myself not representable. I know I say some things. But I don't wanna say its because that's my blood, that that's how we are. Unruly, undignified, and clowns of the community.
Still waters...