Just when I tell myself not to let some random and trivial matters affect me too much,
even my own family members choose to forget.

I cannot describe the anger and disappointment that i'm feeling now, especially towards my dad. I've been struggling and trying my best to get along well with him all these years. It always takes two hands to clap, but it seems he's usually the one who fucks up.

Sometimes i wonder if others may see me as being overbearing, superficial, or just a plain bore to be with. I realised that I'm the type, whereby you either like me or you don't. Which is quite sad.

But it's ok. As always I'll be aloof and nonchalant. And everything will come to pass cos there are more important things to look forward to, other stuff for me to focus on and to worry about.