on the bathroom floor

I don't want to sound stuck-up but it seems to me that the both of you are taking me for granted. Did you know that yesterday was supposed to be a happy day for me? And all the both of you could say was "oh' and "okay". For all the fcking shit I've put in. What about in primary school when I became a stupid prefect [and I HATED it just so you freaking know] and the both of you didn't give a damn about it?

What about all the artwork I've brought back that the both of you just FLIPPED through? And daddy, I bet you still can't believe that that piece of chicken scratch took 3 weeks right?

And checking the results wasn't nice today because I get a deep feeling and I know that * has something against me because * couldn't even say anything to my face today while * said something to everyone else. That was the last straw. I mean yeah, maybe I sound over-sensitive or petty but that's just it. I'm frankly, very fucking sick of working so hard for everything when in the end people are just going to be BIASED.

What do you want me to be? All I ever did was be myself. Do you want me to be a cheerful, volunteering continually happy person? I have no idea why you don't care about me, I have no idea where I went wrong, I have no idea what I have to do to make myself feel as if you actually know I exist.

So thanks, to all of you. For continually hurting my feelings, crushing my optimism and making me feel like nothing is worth anything anymore.