Got a lift from XR back home or rather almost home. Another late night working. Was puzzled why my dad called me earlier on to ask if I was coming home. Now I know why. Reached home to find grandma also at my house. The atmosphere is quite tense. Noticed some changes in my room. Things were moved about. I don't like that, but I kept quiet.

At times its sad to see things happening this way. We reached home about the same time, yet the treatment is totally different. Come on, its not like I played till so late before coming home, I'm also working but why are you like that. Someone who's back minutes later gets to be served. Kinda sad to see that. Its as if only he's tired and only he's in your mind. Without even asking me anything. Any problem you come to me, but do I get anything in return? I didn't even say anything. With the things I have to go thru, did you even ask? Sometimes its the thought that counts. Had you offered to cook instant noodles for me I'd be happy, but yet its only offered to him. Ahh well, I should've got used to it.

Where things are concern, you count to the exact so I'm just doing the same thing. Its not that I don't wanna improve things, but it takes two to clap. The thing that saddens me is the calculative part. To the exact value. I'm trying, trying to be better, but still not good enough. What should I do then? Trying to understand, to see from your viewpoint, but who's looking at where I'm coming from? No point if I keep trying but nothing gets across.

Don't force me to be the extreme. I have bad times too. I have my limits too and it so happened that I'm kind of maxed out today. Starting to have doubts about myself, unsure if I can continue...

The week wasn't that good abit to the bloody side, burns and cuts. The worst was when i saw that big needle, the injection. Ouch!

*sshhh*