Do you know how painful it is to be misunderstood by someone?
You only know how to raise your voice and talk whatever you think is the truth.
Sometimes, I really wanted to have a BIG FIGHT with you all.
But, I was too tired for that.
To be accurate, I was actually a little bit too upset.
Upset because you're my parents and you never try to understand me.
Upset because you never try to think from my stand.
Upset because you don't put effort in knowing my predicaments.
Upset because you like to misunderstand your son, me so much.
That's why I prefer to speak less or even silent sometimes.
PS: Mr. Do (I'm not a coward like what you think. I'm wise enough to select the best solution that causes the least damage to everyone and everything.)
Too upset because you're my parents; speaking from the perspective of a son.
I love you because you're my parents.
And I think that is why I hate you as well for being my parents.
To be frank, well, I don't really care whether you believe what I said or I'm trying to say.
I speak the truth and that's it.
This is me.
I don't have to prove anything to anyone.
At least I don't feel sorry for myself.
*without the crying stuff
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