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25/3/2026

Dear Diary,

     It is currently the 4th week of the last quarter this school year. Since it's the mid-quarter exams, I want to share with you that I did well (question mark). Not that good. But actually better than last quarter. There are some downfalls, for example, not submitting a practice exercise on time, which my parents scolded me for, and a 25% chunk of my grade in Math got sacrificed because of my decision and thought. I just hope that my groupmates in the latter half of that assessment are correct and carried my sorry bum. The good news here is, I passed my test in Math just a bit and actually found the second one quite easy and secured my 5 points after the smartest in the class had the same true or false answers. Let's not talk about Statistics and Chemistry, but maybe I can get along with Biology this time.

     Speaking of bums, I have someone to talk about again! My dad. Is being an ass again. Yesterday, I woke up, hadn't reviewed for the Physics exam, hadn't done Chemistry PreLab, and barely reviewed for the Math quiz. Of course, I'm stressing out; a cold shower calms me down, too much. My fault. Sure. I forgot my water bottle, don't care! Leave it be, I don't want to go to school at 7 am, or everyone will be so noisy. But no, my parents kept on insisting, and I couldn't do anything but agree. At 6:45, my mom came back, wasting minutes of our lives to get my water bottle. I get to school, and I almost tripped; my water bottle fell to the cement. The cap broke, I carried it, not knowing it was that bad, and my water spilled everywhere on the ground. I spent my school hours conserving the water I drank that morning and, of course, my angel, Killy's, water (thank you so much for letting me drink or else I would've died (not really but really dry) You are my angel and one of my wives). 

     I went back home, knowing I did a decent job in Physics and had a decent grade in my first Math quiz, and nailed the 2nd one, but no. My dad had to be sarcastic and humiliate me. This is basically how it went:

"I heard your water bottle is broken. How broken is it?"

"Not that broken... I can still use it. No need for a new one."

"Can I see?"

     I gave him my covered-in-dirt, broken cap water bottle, and he inspects it. He stared at it and gave off some hums like he was inspecting it like Inspector Gadget. I was staring back at him. Knowing my dad, he will probably do something, and I was right.

"You need a new water bottle... The cap is cracked, so the grip is pretty much useless. You can borrow my red one."

"No need, I can bear the crack. It's just a crack."

"It will leak on you if you drink. Well... I'll give you mine, please break it."

     I was ready to swing my fork and leap over the table. But no, I can't. I can't hurt my money. There's nothing in the world I love better than money (well, except for blond/emo guys). Come on, dude. You tell me that right in front of my food? 

     Also, you think I'm done? No no... There's a continuation to that. On the same day, after I got home from tutor, he dared to go back to the way he acted when I was in Grade 7. The audacity! He threatens to punch me if I learned nothing? Even if my tutor praised me for being really good, but a bit bad at interpretation, I was still better than him. And my dad was skeptical. I forgot to send it, but this is basically what happened last week in the parent-teacher conference (this is just a summary; I will talk about it when I have time):

     -Math teacher: Lowkey... student so ass I think they wanna quit haha

     -Mom: No, she's staying in this school

     -Dad: I give up. I hope your teachers give you up, put your grades down, I accept it. I have a dumbass daughter.

     -friend 1: Your Math teacher is such an ass, like who are you, bruv

     -friend 2: She (Math teacher) is a bitch

     Ok, end of summary. He's sad, I get it. But like hearing what I heard back in grade 7 is wow. You're going to punch me...? What's the correlation of that? Now I realize that violence is really not the answer. Especially in this scenario. You're making yourself look like an abuser. You asked my GOAT sister and me what you're lacking (angrily because my sister is protecting me and defending me nicely and softly, but I guess that's a trigger for his fuse). Hey, at least he knows what he's lacking. And YES, there are others in school that influenced us on what a good parent is supposed to be, and they are better than you. We don't underestimate you, hell, we didn't even call you stupid, nor see ourselves as better than you. You're so angry that you make up things. 

     I will literally be what you want me to be, a Neurosurgeon or a heart surgeon, so I won't help you when you need me. I want to be a Forensic Pathologist, but no... I'm someone who will make his old age live an easy life if he ever gets a brain or heart problem... In my very best, I will remember the days he made me suffer, the days he humiliated me, the days he forced me to accept I'm dumb, I'm always wrong, and he's so right, so when it's my time in the adult world, I will reciprocate. Treat people how they treat you. I will bring him down, and wouldn't it be funny if I were to be his doctor? I would act like it's the end of everything and give up on him like he gave up on me. 

Sincerely,

Seihime