I needed my space. No, I do spend a lot of time with my aunt who is my "mother". She cares and provides for me and loves me, I know that. Sometimes, we spend too much time together? I think she thinks she's not doing enough for me or fears that I need something. All this attention reminded me that I was in a family now. I am no longer alone at home with hours of quietness and without disturbance, people were actually worried about me.
I'm really used to doing my own stuff in my room and not bothered about/by others. So I began to loath the care I was getting rather than appreciate it. My aunt started lecturing me about my work management, she demanded that I learn to "organize my time". No doubt I was a little cross because she was the main reason of me doing this but she didn't know... and it wasn't intentional. Being interrupted during the planned time isn't nice so I would go to sleep early in the night and wake up 4 hours later around midnight to do my homework.
That is how much I value my undisturbed alone time. I'd give up half of my sleep time to enjoy my waking moments with peace. I wish my aunt could understand that. I tried telling her before but I don't want to repeat at the risk of getting the alien treatment.
I don't like having eyebags either you know. I thought that this was the best way rather than telling them to leave me alone when I'm busy doing my homework because I didn't want to hurt their feelings. Them, my family, grandparents, aunt and cousin. I doubt I could keep this up. It's only been the third time and I feel like a zzzombieee.
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