I've learnt something about myself since last night when my parents came for after not seeing each other for 10 days. I've become such bitter and impatient person who wants to pick fights over the smallest, insignificant things. Everything bothers me, if they look at me the wrong way. Then I feel guilty because it's really not their fault, it's my issue and I don't know how long they'll be here on Earth. My mum might even suspect something because she came to me twice last night to ask what's going on (she asked how I'd spent these 10 days even though we talked on the phone every day. That's her way of asking me to share my feelings) and I just stood up and walked away saying everything's fine. I told her about Chester when he passed away and maybe she remembered but I can't just tell her "oh, you know I'm still thinking about my favourite singer passing away." I pitty my parents for having to live with me theye days.