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Tuesday, March 3, 2009, 4:06 AM

A big "What the fuck" to you.

What the hell do you really want from me? 
Do you want me to continue with my studies or not?
You`re being a real bitch, yknow.
You don`t show any sign of interest in my life at all.
All you seem to care is how I`m going to fail, one way or another.
Can`t you have a least bit of faith in me? 
Even if I took the pain of finding another that is suitable and pleases you, 
you`d still think I`d fail.
You`re fucking using psychology warfare on me.
By saying things like "If you really want, I`ll sacrifice all my money. I don`t have to go to the doctor or any appointment."
WHAT THE FUCK.
How sarcastic can you get?
If you`re disappointed then what about me?
You have NEVER showed interest in what I`m doing. 
All you care about is the money I spent.
When I quitted school, I used my own money alright.
Those money that I borrowed, I paid back.
I`ve been paying for my own cellphone bills ever since I started working at Escape. 
You didn`t even pay for anything.
Sure, I got a new phone and a camera.
But so? I paid half for it.
Sure, You got me a Tiffany and Co Bracelet.
But I didn`t begged for it, you wanted to get it for me cause your other brilliant children got something too. 
How can I get not fucking stressed when you`re breathing down my neck? 
Telling me that I won`t do well and I`m just following the crowd.
I know my own self. 
I`ve quitted school before and I`m not going to do it again.
Sure, its embarrassing telling people that I`m not schooling anymore.
But who fucking cares?
Its not as if I`m stupid for quitting.
Its not as if I`m mentally retarded and have a knowledge capacity of a teaspoon by being school-less. 
One way or another, 
I can`t please you.
Cause in your mind right now is how I am going to fail and embarrass you. 

Just great Mom, 
Thank you so much for giving me tonnes of support. 
Wait, no.
You just destroyed my self-esteem and confidence. 
You just shattered my hopes and faith.
Guess what? You just made me break my promise to Nenek. 

Do not disturb.
I am pissed and bitchy right now. 




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