I need a father who actually speaks the same language as I am. I dont know what my image is, in his eyes. I dont think I exist physically, nor do I look like i have a mind and feelings to go with it. All i am to him seems to be potent synthesis of his idealised remnants of my O & A level grades, combined with the ugly grades which Ive gleefully accumulated in SMU.
This probably all I am to him- a self indulgent college girl who isnt willing to get good grades, thus she's well on the way to ruining her life. While everyone else- diligent, shrewd & armed with accolades and portfolios of sparking 'A's will be comfortably eased into the cushy CEO armchairs in 3 years time.
While with all this shit brewing like a tornado, making my head throb really painfully and stirring up tremendous resentment in me, misery & frustration engulfs me completely today. Im not even being EMO. I'm merely reacting to a situation in a way most kiddos would. And i think the only thing which might make me feel better would be having your shoulder to cry on... But where are you?
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