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Yesterday was the day of bitter. I mean the second half of it, 'cause the first one was nice. There was a plate full of lettuce in my kitchen, so fresh and green and begging to eat it. I knew it was bitter but each time I hoped it wouldn’t be. Miserable and foolish.
The day of stupid.
Long ago I noticed Mum told me only about my faults, my mistakes, my disadvantages, my misbehavior. She can interrupt any conversation, even if I’m telling her smth, to say about smth that I’ve done wrong as she thinks that I look stupid or ugly. No wonder I’m not used to talk to her at all.
In a week after getting into the new university group I occasionally mentioned I would study Spanish. That was more than two months after applying for it! No wonder again, ‘cause I knew what their response would be like. Mum was very worried and nervous (the hell why?!) and Dad (hate this word) made a stern face and asked if Spanish was a profitable language. I didn’t answer and he said I should had thought before choosing it. You hear? I should had thought! As though I chose it on the spur of the moment! As though I wasn’t beating my brain out for several weeks! God damn, it’s so ridiculous!
I’m really not used to talk to them both, and I don’t want to be. I don’t talk about serious stuff at home, so they know nothing about the university, about the work, about my friends or anything. I know I’m ungrateful but I can’t rack myself. And I don’t want them spoil everything.
Three hours thirty-eight minutes left.
The day of stupid.
Long ago I noticed Mum told me only about my faults, my mistakes, my disadvantages, my misbehavior. She can interrupt any conversation, even if I’m telling her smth, to say about smth that I’ve done wrong as she thinks that I look stupid or ugly. No wonder I’m not used to talk to her at all.
In a week after getting into the new university group I occasionally mentioned I would study Spanish. That was more than two months after applying for it! No wonder again, ‘cause I knew what their response would be like. Mum was very worried and nervous (the hell why?!) and Dad (hate this word) made a stern face and asked if Spanish was a profitable language. I didn’t answer and he said I should had thought before choosing it. You hear? I should had thought! As though I chose it on the spur of the moment! As though I wasn’t beating my brain out for several weeks! God damn, it’s so ridiculous!
I’m really not used to talk to them both, and I don’t want to be. I don’t talk about serious stuff at home, so they know nothing about the university, about the work, about my friends or anything. I know I’m ungrateful but I can’t rack myself. And I don’t want them spoil everything.
Three hours thirty-eight minutes left.
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22.07.2009 в 17:14(mid-level)parents. they can be (rise) sooo (fall) grown-ups. so oblivious...