Yesterday night, I had a fight with Dad. He was mad at me, and I hated to know that. So I answered in every single word he said. He made me feel like I would explode then get the nearest gun, and shoot his head up! What the hell I was thinking of?
Dad, I don’t really know what will I say to explain what I am feeling now. You always want me to be what the hell you were hoping, but you never understand my own world. You think your hope will be good for me, but I have no ability to do that! Please just understand! My dreams are better than your hope. Why don’t you just sit and watch me play my own game? And if the game is over, you will know something, “in the end, everything is right”.
I am exactly know what I want, what I could do, what I could get. And now I’m trying to get what I want, something that could make you proud of me. Just sit and help me in pray. Thanks.
And sorry for my rude attitude, yesterday.
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