Days like this

make me feel like walking out of the house.

Obviously I know I have an exam.
And I'm mature enough to decide whether I want to study or not.
It's also not you having the exam.
Why are you always so worried.
If I'm telling you I'm ready, then fucking trust me.
It's sick to study on and on.
And study for the sake of putting on a show.
Really, you should put yourself in my shoes.
How much stress I'm facing when exams are nearing and nearing.
And there you are shouting at me.
What if I screw up this time?
Cause of that mental barrier you gave me.
Then who are we to blame?
So just let me do my own stuffs.
I'm fucking pissed.
Yes.
I am.
This has always been happening.
Always.
Ever since I became a teenager.
Irrational scoldings, accusations.
And in the end, it always makes me feel so bad.
As if I'm the unfilial one.
I'm the one causing all the unhappiness in the family.
I'm already guilty enough.
So stop making me more.
It's a vicious cycle.
Between guilt and anger.
Just stop.
I really need a break.
It's A levels the day after tomorrow.
Please let me have my examinations in peace.
And I will give you the results you want.
And prove to you that I am ready now.
I haven't disappoint you with my results.
Ever since primary 6.
And I never will.
Trust me on that.