{Wednesday, May 19, 2010 } pri·va·cy   
–noun,plural-cies.

The state of being free from intrusion or disturbance in one's private life or affairs: the right to privacy.

i give you dictionary.com

Some PEOPLE. just don't get it. do they.

I really feel like there has been less and less space
for breathing. Even one SHORT breath. im sure to die
of suffocation soon.

Do they even understand how i feel? one to expect straight
A's and one jus say C. great. I get C one scold. I get A all
i get is damn praising. What happen to all the assumption that
rewards works better? so what do i get? To work even better? To
get full marks?

And seriously. straight A's? what is wrong with you? why don't
you ask ur PRECIOUS OTHER daughter to do it instead and lemme
see? to think you said ur not pressurizing me? Really? i doubt
so so much. And what happen to "OH I AM NOT COMPARING YOU TO
OTHER PEOPLE" oh so "EVEN IF THE WHOLE CLASS FAIL YOU SHOULD
DO BETTER THAN THEM." i should really find the defination of
comparing next time.

And bring me to see __________? seriously? u think that will work?
We shall see. I shall just keep quiet and watch. seriously.

I doubt u actually know your daughter/sister well. Do you even CARE
about her? To think you want her to give up dance for education? What
happen to all the "passion" talk?? And who was the damn person
who forced me to join dance in the first fucking place? SO WHO'S FUCKING
FAULT is it?

And must you really scream and SHOUT at every small thing? Its just not
telling you that i will be late home today, you have to shout? I
should really bring a ear plug next time i go to school, just in case you
shout at me again. WHY DUN I SHOUT AT U NEXT TIME YOU CALL ME? CUZ OF SMALL
THINGS????

To be more obedient and to know better? seriously? like you're any better?
I had to repeat every damn thing. And to think that UR TELEVISION
PROGRAMME IS SO MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME. YOUR DAUGHTER.

No i dun wan attention. in fact i wan LESS. just at the right time.
I dun tink you're getting it right. your daughter? -cold laugh- yea
rite. maybe i was picked from the trash after all. Maybe my surname
is Cullen.. WHO KNOWS?

I really feel apart from the damn family now. NOBODY ever understands
me. No i dun wan to go the damn new... whatever place u call that. No
i dun wan more money. No i dun wan this and that (cept for iphone and mp3
WHICH I DID NOT EVEN ASK FOR IT) and u just have to bribe me with it don't
you?

And a timetable? didn't we had this discussion before? I really doubt it will
work. Another evidence that u dun understand me.

So what if you know what i like to eat and drink? does that make
me truely ur daughter? seriously?

I just wanna escape from this jail-like house. i feel like... I feel
to much better with my friends than at home. At least in school i
get to express how i feel. At home? a total opposite.

I'm not gonna care anymore. i guess this is JUST MY LUCK.

Life and death? does it matter anymore?