Sunday, May 30, 2010 . 5/30/2010 09:50:00 PM

I'm feeling extremely overwhelmed. Again. 

You know? The feeling of the world collapsing around you isn't the best feeling, and many a times in my extremely dramatic life, it happens. Things always happen at the wrong time.

I remember back when I was taking my PSLE, things between my parents were getting painfully obvious to me. I mean, I knew things were bad before that, but as a kid, you deny. But between cold parents, and suicide attempts, there's only so much a kid can take. 

That results in a crying streak after I got my results. Don't think I ever got over that. Especially after my bitter (and arrogant, and unkind, and shameless, and etcetera) rival snubbed me. 

O levels was bad too. We were short on money, and Auntie Nancy just left us. We had to move to a smaller apartment. DURING my O levels, we were MOVING at THE SAME TIME. Between studying and Mum nagging and packing, I think my concentration was extremely completely whacked out then. 

Maybe growing up rather differently, I can't react properly to my results. It was bad (well, to me), and even if I want to cry, I don't feel for it. I couldn't feel happy for my results, yet I couldn't feel sad. Disappointment was present, but I was probably too used to disappointment to actually cry. 

Okay, I'm going off-topic. Let's just say, the whole point of this article is, I am a favourite of Lady Bad Luck. I've gotten so such a bad luck streak that I actually hate it when I'm forced to pick something from say, a bunch of crumpled up papers to pick a topic, or just a simple game of scissors-paper-stone. 

Trust me. You wouldn't want me for that. 

All these family sitches are giving me a huge headache. It's gonna be a whole week to the hospital trips. And stupid father being an uncontactable coward.