My first “big” book this year was by the beautiful Zadie Smith.
It is filled with sentiment and information. It shed a new light on things I thought I understood.
I really loved how Irie matured in this book. Though she grew up, she still harbored a lot of grief from jealously and trying to please people around her. I understood her constant search for identity which was probably one of my biggest teenage problems.
I am perfectly fine being alone as long as I have my thoughts and a good book.
This week has been really tiring. My mum feels like I’m overreacting, I’m only in high-school right? wrong.
I, like countless times before, see things quite differently. For me, this is a period of evolution, transformation, change (you know, you know…).
Yes, in uni I would have more work but then I would be accustomed to that lifestyle, I would have finished going through this formative period. Till then, I feel like my family just needs to provide me with the necessary love I need to become that future woman. *sigh*