It was such a stupid and trivial disagreement. I can't help but be perplexed at how such a meaningless vessel of impatience turned out to be the receptacle that collected all the pent up tension and anger like puddles of dirty rainwater in a clogged drain. It was nothing...or at least it started as nothing. A careless gesture, a lot of hurtful words and a mounting frustration led to a heated quarrel; like the metamorphosis of a naughty elusive imp into a fiery and tangible phantom. Things escalated and we had a serious problem in the end. I hurt her badly, the one person whom I always try my hardest not to. And like someone who doesn't care, I walked out on my mother. I created the chaos, and in its wake I couldn't stand to stay.

It's my fault. I don't give in sometimes when I should. And sometimes when I want to change to a different direction from the hellish path we're already on, it's too late. The damage has been done. But in light of all of this, she had hurt me too...