This year it was innovative: usually mom invites everyone over on the 1th and cook. This time we went out for pizza, in a place near dad's work place.
They were so nice and funny! It was a pleasant evening, even if I couldn't shake off some worries. Worries that multiplied when my granma started saying that dad's side of the family is full of cardiophatic people, that I should worry.
I promised myself I woulnd't eat sweets today, and yet dad made the pizza's guys prepare a cake especially for me, so I had to eat it. It was delicious, but I felt so bad, I still do.
I really should start considering taking some anti-stress/calming pills or herbs, this is getting out of hand...