. . .

i dunno why.
recently just keep quarelling with my mum.
it's as if she doesn't understand me anymore.
she thinks whatever i tell daddy is an implication that i want something new.
and she freakin thinks some lame shit news reporting is a good job for me.
doesn't she know that what's good for me might not neccessarily be what i want???
doesn't she know that i want to have a shot at my dream instead of "wake up and come back to reality"
it's like she puts everything i say as some pathetic, childish remark i'm making instead of treating me seriously.
what if singing is REALLY the thing good for me?
what if it is what will give me true happiness?
what if it is supposed to be the path for me to take?