Get Used to it

This will be short and erm.... as usual, emo.

Hahahahha.... Blog is the place where I'll write all the emo stuff here, kay.?
So, sorry if you feel that it's... erm.. depressing.?
It should be. lol. x3

Okay. So...
I have to get used to it.

Being compared to my both brothers.

1) They're results are goooooood. As in.. really good. haiz.
I dunno. Is it that I didn't study hard enough or is my way of study wrong.
I'm not sure.

2) They're independent. I mean... They don't iron their own clothes like I do. They don't fold their clothes like I do. They don't help mum to wash dishes like I do. They don't help taking in clothes or putting them out to dry like I do. But they always always always seem to be much more independent than me. Some might say because I'm the youngest and all. yeaa... that. heard a lot of times.

Yes. I feel that maybe they really did manja me. But.

I'm the one who have to be the center between mum and dad. Not them.
I'm the one who have to listen to mum's ALL complaints about dad. Not them. And it's ALL the time.
I'm the one who sometimes get blame because I voice out. Not them. Because they're grown up or wat-so-ever.

Each time I complain about my family. I feel damn bad and guilty.
I feel that there's people out there having to face much more worse than me.
I know all of that.
I know that we have to be grateful of what we have.
I am. But still. This is tough.

Haizzzzzz... Sometimes I'd wonder if I'm the one with the problem or them.
Am I being not patient enough.? Or not being more understanding.
I don't know. I won't know.