(tell me why) I don't like Mondays...

I feel so awful for whining about how miserable my life is. One of my colleagues handed me a note telling me that she could no longer work in our company because she needs to go home to the province to take care of her dad who was just diagnosed with colon cancer. I have a perfectly healthy and comfortable life...my family may not be perfect and we may all be getting into each other's nerves but we're ok...we're living well...actually we're living a good life...I feel so ungrateful for whining about difficult life is

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This morning I was awakened by the voices of my mom and dad fighting...I'm already 26 years old and I should no longer act like a kid trembling in fear whenever I hear these things at home...but I still do. I still cry in my room praying to God that it'll all just go away. By this time I should've grown accustomed to these things since these things normally happen in families and these things have happened in the past and based on our experience the tension usually dies down and we all go back to our normal and happy selves...but I guess my fear lies in the possiblity that one day things will not go back to their normal selves...I guess I'm afraid that one day the fighting would not stop.

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Pardon me for being overly dramatic...it's Monday...my least favorite day of the week...so I have an excuse to feel crappy...hehe!!!