Andrew has been telling me not to be bothered by it as it is not my life. Me being stubborn and soft-hearted, I'd still care about it. What did I get in the end? I got even more upset, sad and pissed.
I am tired of talking already. Whatever I said was not taken seriously, even being regarded as I "do not understand". But the fact always proved that I was right. Yet, I was not being remembered. Instead, once again I was being treated as the "lucky one that does not understand".
Whenever I decided not to talk about it anymore, things happened and it forced me to talk. Someone even asked for my opinion. When I wasn't talking, someone said why suddenly I become like this. So, what do you want me to do? To talk, not to talk? I've said enough things. I'm not going to say anything anymore.
Yes, Ashley, forget it. You can't demand someone to listen to you while it is their life that they're living with. Guess I would have to learn the art of silence. *Zips*
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