I saw this coming.

I'm at a corner, weeping my eyes out. Being confronted by my mother.

NOT COMFORTED. CONFRONTED.

Right now. 

My frustration is exploding outta me. I can't stand anything anymore.

Since the past few days, I've been getting VERY frustrated by my damned computer. After I came back from school today, I had a bath real fast, so I could go to school at 3:30 PM rather 4 PM, so I could be back home earlier and do some homework. 

When I reached back home at 5:30 PM, I just sat on the computer, so I could do some homework alongside some research I was doing. My sister wanted a printout of some picture, and I said no. WHY? Because SOMETHING is wrong with the printer. It's been almost 5 years since that old printer, and my dad refuses to get one of them photocopy-printer-scan thingamajig. 

I told her SEVERAL times that I wouldn't even try because that printer was hopeless. My sister and my mom persuaded me, but I wouldn't budge. I told her that she could print out her own picture and not make me mad trying to get a printout from the old warranty-less printer. I also taught her how to. She told me she was scared she'd ruin it or something. (Like that would've been possible.) AND I would understand if it was VERY important. But it wasn't. But I have no idea why she couldn't do it on her own. I was younger than her when I got the printer. I have learnt ALMOST everything that I've learnt about the computer by myself. I had no one. My parents don't know how electronics work. (Except for their damn phones.) Why can't that loser be independent? (Which is ironic since I am pretty dependent.)

Anyway, I told her she could do it by herself. (And personally, I didn't wanna get more frustrated by quarreling with the printer.) Around this time my dad came back home and told me that he couldn't repair my glasses which had broken because of my brother. (PERFECT timing.)

Finally, she told my dad to persuade me to get the printout. I was praying, and then after my prayer, my dad called me, and before he said anything, my mom burst out laughing because of the anger glued on my face. Then I lost it. Did I WANT the printer to break down? Was I an expert on electronics? I just screamed, and ran back to my room to sleep. My dad then yelled at me for being a terrible person/child. And I was a thankless brute. And a person with no manners/etiquette. And I should NEVER ask my dad for ANYTHING EVER AGAIN. That was hard to sit through. There are more details to this, I'm just leaving them out because I am so sad.

Then I just cried, and I couldn't breathe, and now I am at a corner just crying, and getting this off my chest. And my mom was just pretty much confronting me on what a manner less girl I am, and how she never did any of the shit that I do. And neither does anyone else. Is there NO ONE in the world whose parents think they're manners-deprived? But right now, I am only thinking about the less-fortunates to make me feel a little better of what I have.

Okay, I'm gonna go sleep now.

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.