Wow. Another day in my life. Today was a Sunday filled with nothingness. But, what happend just recently tonight, went way over the edge. I was threatend with something I can’t do because I was never taught. Yes, I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO IRON. So people yelled at me and whatnot, but who am I to respond/defend myself? I am just Ridwan, the loser. So yeah, I was in my room practicing my flute, and my dad calls my brother. I say okay, let me go tell them that he’s asleep. He then transfers his random anger towards me. So, I get all the clothes and put them by the iron. He tells me no, and to put a cloth on the ironing board. So I say, but I want to put this over there so my job will be easier. He yells no. So I say w/e and do what I have to do. Then I start ironing. He yells at me to put more pressure on the iron. I am as weak as a feather, so it hurts from my wrist to my arm as I push down, but I (stupidly) don’t want to upset my parents, so I put myself in a position to destroy my arms. If I was to tell them that, I wonder if they would treat me diffently. But, who cares. No I said Ridwan as he suffered. I never learned how to ride a bike. I had to teach myself. I never learned how to write. I learned with a little help from some caring teachers. I can’t go to anyone when I need help with work. No one will help me. I have to do it alone. I get good grades for myself. It seems that my parents don’t care. They only make fun of me when I do bad. So, I guess it’s only I who feels the pain/agony of when something unfortunate happens to me. Only I understand me. This seems to be the unfortunate truth which I have came to discover today. But, who cares. I surely don’t. I can do it alone. I can do what I need to do. Sure it may be hard in the future, but, who cares. My name is Ridwan, hear me rawr. They can forget about me. It doesn’t really hurt anymore. It didn’t kill me yet, and I don’t think it will ever kill me. It’s just another thing I have to live with. My life…is so imperfect. But, I’ll keep a smile on my face
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