okay now i'm in hysterics, sobbing like mad. dustbin full of tissues. nose block, as a result ears blocked, too.

i mean come on, when i want to do what is up to me! like, if you wanna plan what i do for the night. it's fine with me. but you wanna plan what time i do what? what should i do first? isn't that a little too much. i'm not a 5-year old anymore you know.

and if you find talking to me like talking to an idiot like you say "like you, always talk crap", why are you even talking to me? when you entered the room, i thought you wanted a heart-to-heart chat, but in the end, you just wanted to boss me over somemore.

if i wanna pack my bag first or clear my table is also up to you eh? if i want to do "Rivers" or "Volcanoes" for geography and how much i touch on each topic is also up to you eh? and when we quarrel, you go seek help from Daddy, and the pastors. so the whole world knows that i quarrelled with you and i'm the bastard here. not you, because it's your story.

i mean come on, fuck it! i'm sick and tired of you planning everything for me. i wanna know what is my goal in life, i wanna know if i really like geography and whatever i study, or is it because you're asking me to study. why can't i be like other people, who can actually study BY THEMSELVES?

i know why discipline is such a hard word for me now.