Their parents assume that they understand the childrens best.

Right?

Well. You're wrong.

Parents understand zero about us.

Absolutely NOTHING.

They know not of our GOD-DAMN pressure.

Our GOD-DAMN hard lives.

Our GOD-DAMN worries.

Our GOD-DAMN feelings.

Our GOD-DAMN work.

And of course.

Our GOD-DAMNED selves.

I mean, c'mon.

When was the last time your mother said,

"Don't work until you collapse, remember to sleep early."

"I'm worried about you."

When was the last time your parents would say,

"We need to talk, I noticed your pressure nowadays,

did anything happen?"

I'm sure, sometimes these happens RARELY.

And I mean ULTRA-RARE.

As rare as catching a deep-sea bass in the pond.

I bet these stuff doesn't even happen to some people.

All parents do are,

" Oi, don't play play play, don't need do homework issit?"

"Play until crazy already? Go do your homework before you do anything else."

Then when you do your homework,

"OI, EAT FIRST LA. PEOPLE WANT TO CLEAR DISHES LIAO."

Then you say not hungry.

"WASTE FOOD, THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE WITHOUT FOOD."

Who gives a frickin' shit about that.

No one asked you to cook for me.

I can go out and eat my own stuff.

Then say something like that,

"If I know you like this, before I give birth to you I would've aborted you."

Then why never?

Spare me these frickin' shit.

People say 2 words, "Don't want".

Then you will scold.

"Ungrateful brat".

Say another word.

"Lightning will strike you".

C'mon la.

Lightning strike la?

I scared issit?

Strike then strike la.

I have no attachments to this world whatsoever man.

I have nothing to lose.

I have nothing to regret for.

I have nothing to think about.

I only have the feeling of elation.

To be released from this nightmare.

Everytime I stay in the room and complete my homework.

Then I start playing games.

Then parents will come in scold.

"Come home don't know how to do homework? Study leh"

"Your results kanasai already, still don't want study?"

I tried my fucking best, and you don't appreciate it.

My parents never ever appreciate anything I do.

Not when I won anything.

Not when I got a award.

Not when I got great results.

The only thing my mom appreciates is me getting out of the house.

And stop disturbing her work.

Sure, I will get out of the house.

The next time you'll see me is in hell.