The Odd Duck in The Family.

Lately, things are going a lil' out of hand in the family.

Everyone is so busy over work.

Stressed out, worn out.

Throwing tantrums at each other.

Even myself, the stress level is beyond godlike.

I have to juggle between my personal stuffs, studies and even to housechores - to cooking dinner almost every night now.

Haven't i done enough?

Distance.

I felt so distant.

I don't get it when she blames me for everything.

Even when i am doing the right thing, she still put the blames on me for nothing.

Accusing me like no ones business.

Accusing me for doing things that i am not even doing, or vice versa.

Sometimes i really wonder if she really cares.

Years back, i complaint about me having burning sensations at my chest,

she gave me a long lecture.

On and off i told her about me feeling unusual about my body,

she gave me a long lecture.

Just moments ago, i told her my ear's been blocked for two weeks now,

she gave me a LONG lecture and relate it to other stories and started accusing me again.

Seriously, who am i in the family?

It comes to a point where each time i feel sick, i would just bear all the pain by myself.

I will just keep quiet.

Because at the end of the day,

telling anything is equivalent to not telling at all.

Everything i utter, they are all totally absurd.

So i guess silence is golden.

Until something big happens?

It will be too late....

......

Period.