for the last time,
don't freaking equate youth with ignorance.
everytime i speak.
everything i say.
everyone i befriend.
nothing meets your expectations.
nothing.
you tell me that i'm still young, that i don't have the wisdom to make my own choices.
maybe i don't. but who's the one leading my life?
you claim to put my interests first.
maybe. i don't think so.
you tell me that i have a lot of white hair.
i want to change it. what does it matter? red, black, there's no difference.
its still black in the end.
i'm not even allowed to go to the same tuition centre with my friends.
so where's my motivation to study?
AND YOU BLAME ME FOR SLEEPING IN CLASS.
SO ITS MY FAULT THAT I HAVE NOBODY TO TALK TO?
ITS MY FAULT THAT THERE'S NOBODY TO QUESTION?
FINE. EVERYTHING'S MY FAULT ANYWAY.
MY FAULT, MY FAULT, ALL MY FAULT.
I'M AN IDIOT. A DUMBASS. AN IMMATURED MORON.
does that make you happy?
i doubt so. nothing i do ever does.
i'm stereotyped by my class, by my friends, and now this.
its the inside that matters.
you told me this yourself. so why, why do you even look at my appearances?
i know you're ashamed of me, just trying not to show it.
and you never trust me for anything. everything i do is wrong in your eyes.
i get scolded for things others do. why? because you never trust me for anything.
you'd rather choose to believe strangers than listen to me.
you know your defination?
i set the time, and tell you i'll be back by then.
you tell me no, and pull the time forward by 1-2 hours.
just because you have few friends doesn't mean i don't have any.
i want my freedom too.
i don't want to live isolated anymore.
give me freedom, space to stretch my wings.
i know you complain about me in front of other people.
how my studies suck to the core, my appearance very beng, my attitude.
i've never said a thing about you to my friends before.
not one fcuking thing.
i still won't, but my opinion is changing.
i have no choice in family. i have a choice in my friends.
i'm not beng. i don't smoke. i don't drink, much. i don't do anything illegal except litter.
why? why don't you trust me?
fuck.
my eyes are watering up again.
you don't even allow me to work.
i'm not allowed to dye my hair.
i'm not allowed to go out too often.
i'm not allowed to hang out overnight.
i'm not allowed to make my own decisions.
the only thing you want me to do is study.
i know what i'm good in.
you don't look at my strengths. only my weaknesses.
what i'm good in, is ignored. what i suck at, you bring forth.
you don't even respect my privacy. i can't have my own room.
i'm DECENT, damn it.
i don't watch p*rn.
i know that's what you're afraid of, if i get my own room.
i'm not dirty minded, for the love of god.
what my brother does, you allow, cause he's young.
he's YOUNG. SO WHAT.
don't need to teach him?
fuck this.
i don't have any mood to talk now.
my hands will probably be bleeding tomorrow.
but, no matter what, i just want you to know.
i still love you, mum.
everytime i speak.
everything i say.
everyone i befriend.
nothing meets your expectations.
nothing.
you tell me that i'm still young, that i don't have the wisdom to make my own choices.
maybe i don't. but who's the one leading my life?
you claim to put my interests first.
maybe. i don't think so.
you tell me that i have a lot of white hair.
i want to change it. what does it matter? red, black, there's no difference.
its still black in the end.
i'm not even allowed to go to the same tuition centre with my friends.
so where's my motivation to study?
AND YOU BLAME ME FOR SLEEPING IN CLASS.
SO ITS MY FAULT THAT I HAVE NOBODY TO TALK TO?
ITS MY FAULT THAT THERE'S NOBODY TO QUESTION?
FINE. EVERYTHING'S MY FAULT ANYWAY.
MY FAULT, MY FAULT, ALL MY FAULT.
I'M AN IDIOT. A DUMBASS. AN IMMATURED MORON.
does that make you happy?
i doubt so. nothing i do ever does.
i'm stereotyped by my class, by my friends, and now this.
its the inside that matters.
you told me this yourself. so why, why do you even look at my appearances?
i know you're ashamed of me, just trying not to show it.
and you never trust me for anything. everything i do is wrong in your eyes.
i get scolded for things others do. why? because you never trust me for anything.
you'd rather choose to believe strangers than listen to me.
you know your defination?
i set the time, and tell you i'll be back by then.
you tell me no, and pull the time forward by 1-2 hours.
just because you have few friends doesn't mean i don't have any.
i want my freedom too.
i don't want to live isolated anymore.
give me freedom, space to stretch my wings.
i know you complain about me in front of other people.
how my studies suck to the core, my appearance very beng, my attitude.
i've never said a thing about you to my friends before.
not one fcuking thing.
i still won't, but my opinion is changing.
i have no choice in family. i have a choice in my friends.
i'm not beng. i don't smoke. i don't drink, much. i don't do anything illegal except litter.
why? why don't you trust me?
fuck.
my eyes are watering up again.
you don't even allow me to work.
i'm not allowed to dye my hair.
i'm not allowed to go out too often.
i'm not allowed to hang out overnight.
i'm not allowed to make my own decisions.
the only thing you want me to do is study.
i know what i'm good in.
you don't look at my strengths. only my weaknesses.
what i'm good in, is ignored. what i suck at, you bring forth.
you don't even respect my privacy. i can't have my own room.
i'm DECENT, damn it.
i don't watch p*rn.
i know that's what you're afraid of, if i get my own room.
i'm not dirty minded, for the love of god.
what my brother does, you allow, cause he's young.
he's YOUNG. SO WHAT.
don't need to teach him?
fuck this.
i don't have any mood to talk now.
my hands will probably be bleeding tomorrow.
but, no matter what, i just want you to know.
i still love you, mum.