everytime something blows up or snowballs into something big involving raised voices and sit/stand-in-the-kitchen-talks, (even if it doesn't directly involve me) it just hits me again for the nth time in my life how much these things has strained, shaped, changed us as individuals-

my parents, my elder sis, wz, myself';

even if it's the same incident/event, but our diverse perspectives/POV, situations and personalities (oh yes it is affecting me very much- and is likewise evident in wz)

it's definitely affected the way i interpret people/the world, my expectations, and my approach/way of having relationships with people-

and sometimes i feel sad for wz-

wish that she didn't/doesn't have to go through things like this because she's so young-

she should be brimming with hope, excited, enthusiastic, chirpy, blah blah (which i am perpetually trying to be but failing somewhat miserably at) instead of this apathetic, jaded, couldn't-be-bothered person that she is now-

(except for the occasional times when she shows her soft spot to me, or when i annoy her to the limit and hit the spot)

People are different-

and living is difficult.

it's all about trying to make things less of a pain to others-

cause somebody/something somebody does is always a pain to someone else's ass, you know?