Half of my Heart.

I guess as you grow older, complications start to multiply and squareroot themselves.
and when problems starts pouring in, i swear the amount of tears i shed can fill up a 1.5m swimming pool.
Arguments make people start pointing fingers at each other, hurling really nasty stuffs at one another. As for me, I guess, I only know how to cry instead of explaining myself.
Preetty much playing the mute role most of the time, hence the frustration and irritation from the other party.
Does the problem really lies with me? Am I really that demanding?
Sigh.
This is Bad.