So today I got my card. I looked into it and felt happy for once about my grades. I would always be “oh okay” but this time I was really happy.

This was the first time that I jumped up and down because of my grades.It's like for the first time I ing give a about my grades. I was extremely happy with my Math Grade with a 7 point difference compared to the last quarter. I gave all my best to make my grades higher. I worked hard for those 7 points. To think that our grading system is a cumulative one, I was satisfied with my grade in math. I prioritized my studies first before writing stories and next chapters for my fiction because I knew better.

I thought I should maybe try this time.

I thought that maybe I could make my parents' smile, my dad especially. Maybe just maybe I would hear them finally praise me.

BUT NO, I was wrong.

When my dad arrived home, I was all smiles as I handed him my card. Then he looked at my card. i was waiting for him to smile and say, "Job well done,"

BUT NO AGAIN. ING WRONG AGAIN.

He looked at me and ing said, "Why are you smiling?"

I was like what. "Where's the award?" BOOM. THAT WAS IT. 

That was ing it. I was wrong again. ing wrong again. Why can't he just be ing proud of me? He didn't even smile. he's just ugh.

I could only count the compliments from him with just one hand and maybe I need more than a ing notepad to list down all the things he said about me being useless.

 He's reliving a Chinese Dad character. he  looks like one but he's not a ing chinese. He's like "Y U NO GET AWARD" "WERS D AWARD" "U CALL THIS GRADES"

ing . Why can't he just be happy for what I did. Am i fishing compliments too much? Hell no. Compliments are essential to adolescents, dad. 

I admit that I am lazy and kind of a stupid sod but treating me like this, you're like showing me that whatever I do is still not great for you. Oh, I am sorry but I don't breathe to live up to your ing expectations. You're a father and I think you're slightly slipping from the good-parenting path.

I know I get many awards before but that was all in the past. People change for 's sake. I changed into something you nor I did not like.

And I'm sorry, but if you like an award from me, eat all my trophies and be satisfied.

I am helping myself bit by bit to change into something good and dad, you're making this hard for me.

I know you're human and you make mistakes, dad. And what you did, you owe me an apology. Be glad I didn't say this to your face because I still respect you as my dad and as a person.

Am I too harsh.. or rude?

Gah.

this.

And here is the point where I am calming a bit down. and now. lolbye.