Monday, April 12, 2004
I pity my dad.i really do.all he tries to do is to be nice to me and everything.he’s too noisy.he nags and he nags and he nags.i cant take it.so I’ll shout back at him.he’s too noisy.i’m sorry dad.but I really think you’re seriously too naggy.you didn’t really give me a chance to be independent.he’s back again.you nagged from 8-9.then I had an hour all to myself.i reflected.i thought I was wrong.now I’m beginning to doubt myself.you are always at it.why don’t you nag at little ms bitchy.why is it always me?why?just give me some peace.and this world would be a better world.if you do go school.only then would you know all the stupid teachers I face everyday.you think you’re the only one who faces ass-holes the whole day?you wrong.i do too.only that you think schools now is the same as last time.when you can don’t do your work?and the teachers wont give a damn and they wont call up your parents?you’re wrong again.your parents might have been illiterate.but mine isn’t.my parents can keep in contact with the teachers.the teachers think they are big shot nowadays.they can make you stand one whole hour.they can make you starve the whole day.they can make the day hell for you.they can do almost anything and everything.parents says “teachers are always right”. the parents themselves think they are always right themselves too.thats what I cant stand.they can get in your way of freedom.in the way you socialize with your friends.but dad.i have to admit this.we do have a communication breakdown.we really do.you seem to live in your world and I live in mine.we cant communicate properly at all.there hasn’t been a day.that we could speak to each other.without anyone of us shouting at the other.but despite all this.i still love you dad.