Everything seems to happen so slow lately. Since he arrived days are longer, it's like minutes become hours and I can't wait for every single activity to finish. I have to see Edward everyday, not necessarily talk but after the breakfast incident I really don't want to see him at all. By the way that event got me a serious talk with my father over politeness and table manners, since he came inside the kitchen just after I finished preparing Edward's pancakes, and of course dad felt the tension in the room which leaded to my mom explaining what had happened after breakfast and me with him in the garden being scolded for acting like a complete child on a tantrum. Edward has developed the amazing ability of irritate me with an incredible ease, and I can't stand him anymore, he has been playin
