"It burns my ears when they sing 'everything you do is wrong'"

[taratemima]

Thinking about my grandmother's birthday party makes me feel awkward. You know like my uncles and aunts are evaluting every small behavior I and my little sister do, to assess my mother's worth. Or maybe I am picking Mom's attitude. I just know that making conversation and making damn good and sure that every manner of mine is perfect is more work than I really feel like doing. Yet, I know sometimes I interrupt, blunder and barrel through and don't like realizing it too late.

Maybe I just need to eat and sleep. And figure out what to do for social stuff.