Sigh, this is the number nth time of me crying pitifully ever since I stepped foot on this place. My aunt asked me what useful talent do I have? Do I know needlework? Cooking? Ironing clothes. I am unable to answer. And then she go and compared me to my younger cousin. How degrading was that. I am in a much lower level than a 11 year old boy.
I have been crying since 11 p.m.
Emotion sucks. Sometimes.
On a happier and random note, I accidentally (lightly) stepped on a lizard while it was shitting on the kitchen floor. Man, I almost got a heart attack to see a lizard within one cm near my feet.
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