Like, hello? A little help here? Could you guys be more supportive?! Out of all the people, you're my parents. And being in that position, you're supposed to understand. Sheeeeet. Later on, you'll again be complaining about my behavior. You know what, if you just treat me right, I wouldn't behave this way. I could've be the oh-so-obedient daughter you wanted. SUPPORT is what I'm asking from you guys. Just that and I'll be really happy. I'm doing my best to cope up...to get higher grades each quarter. But then you were never proud of my capabilities. I'm so sorry if I'm not the kind of daughter you were expecting on the 12th of June 1991. Just tell me straight to the point if you feel ashamed for having me as a child. :'(

"I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I'd been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn't quite answer any longer. I remember being in a panic one day at school when I realized that I could not even fake being the old Lizzy anymore. I had, indeed, metamorphosed into this nihilistic, unhappy girl. "
- Elizabeth Wurtzel


I hope that explains everything. I don't know if I can actually do this on my own, without both of my parents' support and/or words of encouragements. But whatever happens, I will do my best 'til the end.

Geez, it's 3 a.m. and I'm still awake. My head hurts like hell. School starts at 8 am (7, actually). Gotta wake up by 6:45. Damn printer. It doesn't work right.