Yesterday as I was chatting with my mommy & daddy close to midnight, it hit me for the first time that, even when we're jolly, we speak at rather high volumes also. I always get very frustrated at my parents for not being able to keep their tone down when they're unhappy, because I always felt that yelling or raising one's voice never made a tense situation better or easier. During heated arguments, I rly wanted all of us to be calm and be understanding, and to try to work things out without yelling. But I realised yesterday, that maybe we're just the kind of family who yell at each other regardless of whether we're happy or unhappy. Hmm. So, it's been four days into the new year. It's being a shitty first week. Receiving bad days whilst on my way to the first day of work, not keeping to my resolutions of not being unhealthy (just had instant noodles 🌚) and being on time... Shit happens. But I hope we'll survive it. I hope I dare to seek proper help this year, and I hope I can be healed. Everyone has different goals and preoccupations. Mine is not to go crazy. I think. Can lah. Right?
