WTF.
i hate weekends.
DAMN MY F-ING FATHER!!
seriously,
all he ever cares about is how many pages of maths assesments i did.
he never asked me how is school today or are you tired.
never did he say that before and i dun think he'll ever say it in future.
i wake up late during weekends is because i'm tired from a whole week of school.
and what?
i dun even deserve rest?
damn..
if you are tired, why can't i be?
have you ever spared a thought for me?
i am sick and tired of you asking me everyday have you done your maths?
or how many pages did you do?
and every single time you ask me these questions, you're angry for no reason.
just what is your problem?!!
i know you have stress from work.
but you don't have to vent your anger on me or add stress on me for nothing.
i have more than enough things to handle and you're still giving me more problems.
just when will you stop?
i don't want to live this life anymore.
getting me to do maths unwillingly is not gonna help!
when will you come to realise that?!
i am here sitting in front of the com,
halfway through my D&T project, and you come into the room thinking i am playing computer games?!
and then i start thinking about what an awful dad you are and blogging right now to vent all my anger and frustrations and crying.
when will you stop hurting me like that?
huh?
let me do things myself.
i'm THIRTEEN DAD!!!
i'm thirteen!!
i can do things myself already!
i don't need you to control my life!!
i have my OWN FUCKING LIFE DAD!!
and you have yours!!
so quit bothering me!!
i have enough troubles so stop giving me more!!
i am sick and tired of having a father like you!!