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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
You know what?? I feel so pissed, and I know I shouldn't be.
Ok, maybe I'm not pissed. I'm more hurt than pissed actually...

You know what's the patheic thing??
My parents treatment towards me is really starting to suffocate me...
How much longer I can actually take this, I don't know.

They have never bothered about "me".
And I mean me as in who I am.
Ask them what my favourite colour is, and they'll say something like PINK. [Red would seriously have been a better answer. I kinda like red now^^]
Ask them what course I want to take, they'll say medicine. [Ever considered other things than jobs that deal with life and death, blood and a whole lot of memorising?]

And this is all because its what THEY want.

I hate performing when its in terms of singing.
They can't see that I'm not comfortable to do special numbers in church and its a really hard thing to do.
Of course they don't know that.
Why??
I can't judge, but it seems to me as though they just want to enjoy being praised for their kids.
Not many may see that but, when you know the person well, of course it will be pretty obvious.
And since they tell us to do it like its the most simple thing in the world, why don't you do it first?? LEAD BY EXAMPLE DON'T YOU THINK???

Going to a double science class has never been my choice.
Though I don't have any complaints on my class (forever an awesome and the best calss :D)
But when stress levels really begins to get to me...I just wished I picked a subject that I actually liked in the first place. [I always wanted to do literature and F&N or even D&T. I'm not so suckish that I can't LEARN how to draw.]
But I learned to love the subjects I have taken. Its awesome for me now:)
but still...

Their over-protectiveness is really killing me.
And whenever they try to change or improve our relationship, everything just becomes too FAKE.
You know when you see them nice to me, I save their face and just play along.
They are not the nice and perfect parents some people veiw them as.

How pathetic huh??

I've spent countless numbers of nights crying coz I have no one to share such emotions with. And you just can't tell this to parents like them coz, they won't listen. If you choose not to say anything in fear of making things worse, they scold you for not answering. When you give them an answer or just try to explain yourself, they say that you're answering back. Its like...WTF???

♥andrea♥

P.S. I hope that you would bear with me for this post. Its so whiny but I need space to express myself....

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