Forget the horror here, Leave it all down here, It's future rust and then it´s future dust

Currently listening to Yuna's cover of Spanish Sahara

Just when I thought my mom and I are in "our good days", because she cooked all of my favorites for berbuka today. Then I popped a question, just to make plans ahead. 

She just made me angry again. 

Le sigh. I just don't understand our relationship sometimes.