Ugh. I fucking hate my mom. I fucking hate Baguio. I want to be at home in Florida preparing for pre-con, and nat'l con! It's all her fucking fault for ditching my homeschooling and then making us move here. It's like nothing I do pleases her! Just because I wasn't able to turn in my UP application because I lacked two damn pictures and fifty fucking dollars. And it's like the things I tell her, the things I accomplished for the day don't even matter! The things that
I actually care about, the things that make me feel
good about myself (FOR ONCE), she brushes off instead to chew me out about an entrance exam I didn't want to do.
WHATTHEFUCK.
UP isn't even one of my college choices!!!! She's all, "I just want you to have the experience."
Well, quite frankly, I don't give a rat's disease-infested ass about "the experience". And when I told her I didn't care for going to the damn place, she had the audacity and arrogance to say, "You could've said, 'I passed the UPCAT'." And in my head, I wanted to scream at her, "No,
you just want to say to your overachieving-daughter-bearing-sisters, 'My daughter passed the UPCAT'."
Then she turns it into this whole thing that I don't want to do it because I'm "lazy". I'm not fucking lazy, I just don't do things that I don't see a point in doing!! I don't waste my time on things I don't like just for her goddamn boasting rights, and not even for me to feel accomplished.
I. HATE. HER.
And I hate Baguio.
I shouldn't even bother with
trying to make my grades decent. It's not like she'd care anyway.