Mow.

Recently, I told my family about my marks and points (don't worry, they're worse than you think =))

My mother seemed undaunted. She was telling me if I go on like this, she'd send me overseas, which is something I'd like. She was barely paying attention. She was more focused on her face. It's like... she's putting trust in me that I'd do better.

My father lectured me, as usual, but while counting money. Again, I felt expectation weighing down on me. He wants me to do better, and it's like he knows I'll do better, and that's......

My brother was the only one who listened to me without doing something else. He seemed shocked; not surprising, since his marks are fantastic. He chided me. I don't know whether to feel grateful, or annoyed. He's a nice brother who helps me with Maths and stuff (though they don't get any better). But he's only two years older, so I'd naturally be indignant when he gave me a lecture.

My little brother was simply: "Woah." He doesn't understand the life of a sec 3, anyway.

I've long stopped brooding. But unfortunately, I couldn't find the bright side to look at. So I'm just stuck in grey, stranded between black and white.

People don't understand.
They say, "She's just tired."
Why are they always like that?
Can't they stop looking across the surface,
And into the depths?

When I say, "I'm fine."
No one asked me, "Tell me the truth."
No one did, no one will
With due respect, leave me alone.

posted by Michelle @ 11:34 AM