You know what the most irritating part of being a mom is? Random people who have met my daughter hardly five minutes back deciding they know her better than me and nagging me continuously to feed her when she acts cranky around them. What they fail to understand is that she is acting cranky because she is my daughter and just like me, she hates having to socialize with random people she wants to have nothing to do with.
My friends say I am a very hyperactive, noisy person; although my blogs might not reflect that. I blog mainly about confused feelings I get from insane reveries I have. I have to be super-depressed, super-excited or super-pissed off to write, thereby making my writing pretty much emotional (or so people tell me). There have been people who have loved me for what I write, there have also been people who have despised me for it. Whichever way, I continue to write because I believe in doing what I like, no matter what others say.
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