Screw.

Hard work doesn't get you everywhere. 

Even when you say it's alright, when the tears start falling, you know it's useless to lie to yourself.


Why must I live up to your expectations?

Why the hell do the tears fall?

Why am I so weak?

Why am I so affected by what others say?

Today... no, tonight was bad.  Went to karate as usual, and me and a bunch of other people retook our tests to move up a rank.  The Sensei said... basically that I was bad, and I need a lot more work and practice.  Same for my tambo kata.  The only thing he said was decent was my sparring, and that's my bloody weakest spot.  Honestly.

 And then my dad goes like 'You need to practice for your SATs.  You've been slacking off.' Really?  That's a real good encouragement.  Screw.  There's something called schoolwork and my feelings, that you don't even understand.

Screw it.