Capturing Happiness ;

WHY DO PARENTS HAVE TO BE SO FREAKING UNREASONABLE?!

There you are, screaming at me to do something about my grades.

Here I am, telling you constantly about a way to pull it up.

Do you care at all? NO.

You trust that unreasonable and not-understanding teacher of mine,

and dun believe your own DAUGHTER.

FOR GOODNESS SAKE.

You NEVER even met my freaking teachers.

You skip every parent-teacher meeting,

cos you say, and I quote,

"I trust that my daughter can handle her studies."

And when I tell you about my troubles in school,

what do you do?

IMMEDIATELY STAND ON THE TEACHER SIDE,

AND SAY I'M AT FAULT.

Because NOW you say,

"I know my daughter too well."

WHAT THE EFFING HELL.

HELLO.

Now it's just a simple problem,

a simple solution.

I told you both sides of the story,

and YOU DUN CARE.

I tell you I cant study like that,

YOU SAY DUN STUDY THEN.

FINE.

WHY THE HECK AM I EVEN STUDYING FOR?!

FOR YOU, MOTHER, Y.O.U.

Why do I slog my guts and brains out for?

FOR YOU.

I can easily go to somewhere with a lower standard,

but I wanted to prove to YOU.

Prove that I'm not that stupid and worthless you put me to be.

AND NOW WHAT.

"THEN DUN STUDY"

These three freaking words actually came out of your mouth.

And all I was trying to do all along,

WAS TO PLEASE YOU.

Why the frack was I so naive.

NOTHING I DO WILL PLEASE YOU.

Simply cos,

I AM NOT MY BROTHER.

I'm not as smart as him,

I'm not as hardworking,

I'm not as sensible,

I'm not as street-smart,

I dun think like you.

You know what, TO HELL WITH IT.

Maybe you're right all these time,

Maybe I'm not your daughter at all.

I'm just a STUPID, WORTHLESS piece of junk.

In your eyes anyway.

I'm sorry I'm so useless.

I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you.

I'm sorry I happen to be your daughter, mum.

That's probably what you wanted to hear, right?!

FML.