Today, today, today.

I just came home from school!

I just got my results!!

Thank God!!

I got 7A's!!

WEEE!!

I so thought I was gonna get a B.

You know for B.M.

I thought I terpesong or something.

But it turned out pretty well.

Yay, I'm currently feeling happy.

Thank you everyone who made this actually happen!

Thank you teachers, friends and yesh parents!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

But, my dad just had to ruin it.

He sometimes I feel is absolutely unfair.

Come on!! I got straight A's for Godsake!

Don't I deserve to go out with my freinds?

Don't I deserve a certain reward?

He thinks, NO!

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The thing I hate, is when people try to understand me.

Its like, you can't understand how I am hurt without you actally going thru it.

You have no idea how I am suffering in this misery.

You can't just sit there and judge me.

You can't just simply make me do things I don't wanna do.

You have no right!

How can you simply say things without finding out stuff?

Do you know how hurt I am?

Please, I'm not such a person.

If you don't know me, then, don't judge me!!

I hate it.