Helpless

What more can I do?

It really is hard and inexplicably difficult to make everyone happy. Whatever I do, nothing turns out to be right and acceptable. And frankly speaking, at some point, for some reason, I feel tired of defending myself and explaining things. Like it makes any difference, anyhow. I try to block the anger that filled me, for fear my eyes would tear up. But now I'm utterly clueless. I don't know what to do, or rather, what I can do. Denying and projecting things would not solve any problem, mind you. It's simply not enough to ease the irritation and frustration. Also, it's unsettling to know that old wounds have again, opened.

p/s= eh...eh speaking london lak ai kali ni = peaacceee no war!!