Can't believe the last time I blogged was like in Jan. And I had actually dared to say that I will blog almost every or alternate day. Guess I wasn't in the mood for blogging.
But I am, right now.
Just few nights ago, my dad finally spilled the milk. He was saying how disappointed he was in this daughter of his i.e. ME. Yeah, I know my results aren't really that fascinating. I know I am not that SMART daughter you have always imagined me to be. Well, guess what? I AM NOT. And I really wish like I can be one, someone who can make you proud. But I guess I am just not good enough for you. You seem to be able to find the smallest detail to complain about. Oh come on, if you're not happy with me, then why born me? I know, I'm being rude and all. And like he even said I'm sucha whiny because I cannot deal with whatever he's saying. But do you have any idea at all, how much it hurts, to hear you talking like that?
We had this conversation once, when I was in Form 3 or 4, when I started playing more instead of focusing on my studies. Can't remember how I managed to put aside those feelings and ended up forgetting all about it.
And just now, my dad just asked me why I'm wasting my life away. 3 months stagnant in Penang with no outcome.
I am so fucking sick of this feeling.
So imma just let it go.
And dad, I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
But I am, right now.
Just few nights ago, my dad finally spilled the milk. He was saying how disappointed he was in this daughter of his i.e. ME. Yeah, I know my results aren't really that fascinating. I know I am not that SMART daughter you have always imagined me to be. Well, guess what? I AM NOT. And I really wish like I can be one, someone who can make you proud. But I guess I am just not good enough for you. You seem to be able to find the smallest detail to complain about. Oh come on, if you're not happy with me, then why born me? I know, I'm being rude and all. And like he even said I'm sucha whiny because I cannot deal with whatever he's saying. But do you have any idea at all, how much it hurts, to hear you talking like that?
We had this conversation once, when I was in Form 3 or 4, when I started playing more instead of focusing on my studies. Can't remember how I managed to put aside those feelings and ended up forgetting all about it.
And just now, my dad just asked me why I'm wasting my life away. 3 months stagnant in Penang with no outcome.
I am so fucking sick of this feeling.
So imma just let it go.
And dad, I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
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