i haven't posted for days. and when i finally take the effort to, something freaking wrong must've happened. just quarrelled with my mum again. that bitch.
she told me to practice my piano 1/2hr a day instead of 15mins, i'm already not too happy that there's a fixed time. i don't get it, i really don't. i have proven to her that i've only taken two exams in my whole life, and i've got distinction for both. BOTH. with 15mins of practice a day.
if she's fucking unhappy about me failing my exams, playing the piano lousily, then fine. but i've proven to her by getting distinctions. the piano teacher has said i have very good technique and skill. and it's not only my pieces, i still scored well for sight reading. what does that show?
and you fucking threaten to... call the church pastor and the piano teacher? and you treat it as an argument when all i'm trying to do is convince you?? and you tell me to talk outside the car, i know why. you don't want daddy to hear it. i always thought the reason you don't want daddy to hear it is that you don't want daddy to get upset.
but guess what you fucking said?
'do you know what are the main cause about daddy and me quarreling? IT'S YOU. you forgetten already right? but i haven't'
FUCK OFF ALREADY! ME?! i'm so fucking pissed, is this what you think of me? cheryl = cause of my problems. well thank you very much, might as well fucking disown me.
first i'm so upset when you say that. have you got any idea at all how hurting that is? it just brings up all the not-so-good memories. the part where guilt fills every space of me. 'i don't want to be a useless person like daddy'. shit me, really shit me. this is the only sentence i can remember word for word. normally i'd forget after a few days besides the key words,for 5 years of my life, i remember that sentence so clearly. have you any idea how much hurt you fucking caused?
then it goes to disappointment. the fact that you still think it's me, is so freaking dumb! it's just plain immature. i can't believe your own daughter has more brains than you. and don't use the 'because mummy uses all her money to educate you' reason. it doesn't work, cause it's just common sense. you don't need education to get common sense.
until now you still have no idea why your marital relationship is super bad. don't blame it on me! i'm not being an asshole. but seriously, it's not my fault. blame yourself! for everything. you sound like Arrogant when you're talking to him. absolutely condescending tone. you love to insult him and make him feel like the worse person on earth. you've made him give up on you and not try to change you cause everytime he does, a big quarrel arises.
after ALL you've done to him, you blame me? it's not so much of her being unreasonable about my piano anymore. it's got to do with that one fucking statement. you blame me. after all these years of not quarreling with daddy anymore. because DADDY GIVES IN, not you, so don't get ego about it, you still blame me. you still can never forget. you still love to harp on it. you think it's harmless. you think your daughter doesn't care. you think she doesn't get hurt. you think she's not sensitive enough to get hurt. you don't care what impact that sentence has on me. you don't think about what you say. and you still talk to me after dinner asking me to reflect.
this is the first time i haven't talked to you for 1 hr straight even when you talk to me. i expect you to come in my room and try to talk things out and maybe sort things out, you come in to say 'after dinner you immediately go to the comp, because it is what you love. i'm not saying you can't, but you want to bargain with me about the time you need to play the piano? ni zi ji qu fan xing'
thank you so much for that oh so comforting sentence after you hurt me bad. you love to do that every year. bringing up the 'you're the main cause' thing again and again. most children would probably be angry because their parents threaten them with that. i'm just upset by the fact that she loves to bring it up, and can never forget it and doesn't think about what it does to me.
the only two times i'm so upset i can't even talk is when i talk about the whole useless guy like you incident, and family quarrels. and thank you so much, you've just done it again.
no, i don't hate you. but i sooner or later will.