A conversation turned sour
Yes i shouldn't be dwelling on it, but my fucked up academics from the past is back to haunt me again, and thanks to National Service, I can't do anything atm to prove myself. My dad just have to relate whatever suggestions/opinions/even characteristics from me, to anything that can be bad..definately because of the 'underachievement' from previous years. What started as a normal conversation after lunch slowly evolved to a running-down session of me from my dad regarding my future, academics and such. And I'm reminded of the past that has constantly haunted me.
Once again, no one to blame except myself.. the emotional pains that I've to tolerate for these 2 years.. the 2 toughest of my life yet.
And just maybe my dad is right too. There isn't anything positive about me that I could think of right now. Lazy. Whiney. Subborn. Pessimistic. Spoilt. Greedy. Hot-tempered. Even showing disrespect to parents. Am I way beyond cure? Maybe I'm destined to be claimed by the devil.
Regrets made, tears shedded... again - 4th Sept 2005.
Once again, no one to blame except myself.. the emotional pains that I've to tolerate for these 2 years.. the 2 toughest of my life yet.
And just maybe my dad is right too. There isn't anything positive about me that I could think of right now. Lazy. Whiney. Subborn. Pessimistic. Spoilt. Greedy. Hot-tempered. Even showing disrespect to parents. Am I way beyond cure? Maybe I'm destined to be claimed by the devil.
Regrets made, tears shedded... again - 4th Sept 2005.
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3:51 PM
Please buy a bike!
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