Dear Mama,
It's Sunday morning. I'm done with some chores and just resting now, Mama. Edgar will be preparing pasta and wings for our lunch today. I should be cleaning now, but as usual I'm procrastinating again.
It's funny how I know I am procrastinating but I can't snap out of it, Mama. I don't know if it's anxiety-induced procrastination or I am just really lazy. My mind has been in such a chaos lately. I mean, when has it not been? haha... I disturb my own peace of mind with too many what-ifs and if only.
Oh well, it's just too difficult when you have no one to talk to, I guess.
I wish you were here. I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
