Six. Aunt Flow's visiting and she sure came heavy.

Seven. The only somewhat hopeful thing in my weekend, my helper (whom I can just run off and talk to and well, at least even better dinners at night.) is off until Sunday night.

Eight. My mom's bugging me to decide on what I want to eat when it's only bloody 11:30 in the morning.

Nine. I have no intentions of going out and here my parents are, seemingly interested in going out.

Ten. I am having a hell of a week and if this continues, I'm worried for my sanity for the next 10 weeks in school.

See how much of a pickle I'm in. No, in fact. See how understanding it would be for me to be in a bloody horrible mood when I've got such a crappy weekend. I think I might just feel so much better after just spilling it all out here. So in the meantime, a little side track off work.

Seriously people, as if Aunt flow ain't bad enough, you guys have to annoy me on top of all of that. I mean, just chill a sec mom, with the lunch okay? I JUST. WOKE. UP. And quite honestly, I'm not in the mood for lunch when I've got more important things to worry about. And then they're going like, "Korean? Thai? Rice? Noodles?" STOP. I wanted to go out last week so badly and there you people were going, "I'm not going out", "Why do you want to go out?". Well guess what, this week it's my turn to play stubborn aye? Not interested in going out, okay?

Right. Then we have the work problem, which is well honestly not much of a surprise. Afterall, it's DP. But I mean, all due on Valentine's Day? I mean, really? Well, one thing for sure on Monday, I am not going to be having a great Valentine's.

I think of all of the things happening right now, the "source" of my CBF mood and all that is mainly, the math issue. I've said it probably over a hundred times that first off, I cannot do math because I'm just not made for it. So what if the whole damn Tang family's from a line of mathematicians dad, you've got to accept it that that line, ends there. I've been horrid at math since year 1 and isn't that a clear enough sign that I just naturally suck at math? And if that's not enough proof, how about the one where I failed all my math tests in this year except for one which I scored, 19/38?

Oh right, then you go on and tell me that I'm going for math tuition which, oh god let's be honest. Not interested and never will be. Let's face it, it's like extra schooling which I so do not need with all the work and CAS already and, I mean, sitting in a class with like 15 other kids and doing math questions? WOW. HELPFUL. Really. See, I think the thing is, you still can't get that I'm not you. I do art, you do math. I do languages, you do science. I suck at math, you suck at art. I suck at science, you suck at languages. SEE. THE. DIFFERENCE?

I'm so bloody annoyed, pissed and stressed out right now I think I might just explode any minute. Here I am trying to finish up all the damn work and there they are, yapping yapping yapping away, people bugging me what to eat for lunch and my dad bugging me to "practice my math". What am I, year 4? I ain't gonna do no math dad, simply because IT'S NOT GOING TO HELP ME WITH THE DAMN TEST NEXT THURSDAY, OKAY? I'm still going to screw it. Okay? End of story.

I'm so sick of people making me do things that a. I hate doing, b. I can't do. One of the things that I absolutely believe in is that people have different things they're good at and things they suck at. "There's no point trying if you always fail", quote quote, Green Hornet movie. Math is something I suck at. I've tried to pass my test and it's not working. That's it, I'm done trying to please you by taking on math SL and biology HL. I'm not going to keep making myself miserable and pushing myself to the point where I want to just jump off the damn edge by continuing on with math SL. And, you've been missing the main point. I'm going to art school. I'm going to do something related to something I've loved since a kid, fashion. Art school does not need math. For the last time, I'm not interested in Psychology, I only picked that as my subject because I did not like the others. OKAY?

I don't plan on doing something that you guys want me to do and spend the rest of my life doing a job I hate. I'm going for art school and I just don't care anymore if you guys can't accept the fact that I'm not doing a "professional job" because at least I'll know I stayed true to myself and am pursuing my own dream. Tough to accept that? WELL guess what, like what's been happening everyday in my life, shit happens.