Something good at last.
Tuesday, June 2
Well...
This is good.
I haven't update this for days...
Which is good I guess.. But..
I feel weird..
Especially my mother,
I feel like I'm acting more and more disrespecting of her..
I don't know where it begin it feel like this...
Wait.. Is my period coming? Again??
Jeez.. I hate it when it turns out like this..
Makes everything sour and hard to move on...
Especially that time where I got my results for my chinese...
I didn't feel anything. When I got back my results, I didn't feel anything.
Even when my results were near the 1 digits of my marks, I didn't feel anything...
...
Did I became numb again..? Oh no...
Shit. I should have known...
All this 'pressure' from what I was thinking is catching up again.
But, when I went home...
When I told this to my mother... She's crtitizing me.
She know that my chinese was always not this good...
But she critize me anyway.. I didn't feel anything.
Until when she told me it was
laughable.
That was when I started to feel that enormous dull heavy pain upon my heart..
I fought the need to cry infront of my mother.
I won't lose anymore of my face now.
So I tired mt best... Barely.
When she finished... I when to get undress and bath..
I cried in the bathroom. It was horrible.
How could she did this to me..?
Is this what she tought about 'encouragement'...?
Negative 'encouragement'...?
Negatives don't really motivates me,
mother.
It just makes me feel worthless and pain.
I want to respect and understand that part mother...
But I also want to just say out my toughts and just talk back at you.
I couldn't do it... You're my
mother..
Nevertheless, after that scene in the bathroom, I returned to my room for comfort..
I wrote inside my book. Like what my BFF4E says...
It's my Little Home.
While I wrote... I tried not to cried like this time.
It was difficult.. I don't want mother to barge into my room now and ask me stupid questions...
I.. feel... insecured. I don't feel like talking this to my mother now..
Especially now it's about
her.
...
I think that's the time I slowly unconciously... start.. to didrespect her bit by bit...
...no.
I won't let this happen. I am her daughter. I must respect her at least...
But she's making it so
hard..
I guess one of the difficulties is her scarcasm and her temper..
Good thing I'm not actually like her...
I'll keep my mouth shut. No matter what...
All I just want to say is that... I love you mother, and I didn't mean it.
-- eclecticSeeker [eS] signing off and being awesome offline at 19:24 --