zzz.

It's pretty upsetting when you are feeling really, really down and your friends ask you, "So what is it again this time?" I'm not sure if it's me but it just sounds like I'm the one always blabbering non-stop. I guess that is why I no longer tell people about things going on around unless people ask me. I had wanted to stay out tomorrow night and the night after because my brother has invited his two Hong Kong friends to stay over at our place, in my room during their visit in Singapore. I hate to have to move my stacks of things out again and deprived of a place to rest when I get home. But I thought I would just succumb anyway because I do all the time. And I was all ready to go against my mum's wish of me staying out. Then... My mum had hot soup spilled all over her today and so my guilt sets in. It just means that I am going to come home tomorrow anyway, even though I will be deprived of a space.

 

And then of all times, my project group mate had to tell me something really hurting to hear.

 

My initial urge to cry in front of my laptop ceased to exist all of a sudden. Maybe it's because I have this realisation that some things are just not worth my tears.

 

I am not indifferent about my studies. I really, really want to do well for all my modules too. I just want to maintain a balance between doing well and caring for my friends. But you know what? Some people just don't appreciate it.

 

Times like this, I wonder if I should continue to care.

Yeah, wtf.