Well...it's not like the post will be interesting or exciting...or jolly and happy...I know, I know, I post a lot of sadness and little of joy. But that's what my blog is for...

Another fight with my father. That is what it is. Is my growing up such a failure? Am I not supposed to speak at all or do what I want to do? Am I supposed to obey them, answering all their questions even if my mood isn't very good at all?

I think they're asking for a robot daughter. For once I want to live my life, and for them to leave me alone and solve my problems alone. But will they do that? No. Ever since I got that freaking failing grade in economics, they've been intruding into my schedule, my activities. Yes, I am aware of my education, but they don't have to force me to do anything when I don't my mind on it.

And so, for a whole weekend, my head was hot and my sight was dark. I was not myself. Maybe I was, but I don't really know. By Monday, I just wanted to be quiet because  wanted to repress my anger, but my father thought the other way around. He asked and asked, until at the end I snapped at him. And then he got angry. And there you go. Now I'm the one who's wrong. Now I'm the one who doesn't have the right mind. Now I'm crazy? Now I'm rebellious?

I've done what they wanted me to do. I got into this freaking school, didn't I? I took that review and those exams, didn't I? This is childishness, I know, but still...they keep comparing me to my sister, as if they want me to be her. Don't they understand we're different children? I have my addictions, big deal, but my failing econ was just because I don't like the subject. They didn't even look at my other grades...