It comes to a point...

My mother is vicious. My family shows care and concern when they want or need something from me. Their care and concern comes naturally for my younger sister but when it comes to me, it's conditional. Being useful, responsible, accommodating, whenever they need or want me to be.

And I know myself, there's no escaping it. After I calm down, I'll forget everything and go back to them. I wonder how much I can take when it's recurring in nature. But I'm getting used to it.

And I'm so freaking tired of being a "good person", "goody-two-shoes" and a "good daughter". Now I hate it, despise it with all my heart whenever I'm associated with the word "good".