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I may sound like a brat, but UGHHH

This anger had been adding up for a while now, and I was coping just fine with it.

But now I exploded.

Like seriously, SERIOUSLY? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IF I HEAR ONE MORE TIME "YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN ELEVENTH GRADER NEXT YEAR, FINISH YOUR STUDIES" I AM GOING TO FLIP EVEN MORE SHIT THAN I ALREADY AM

Like, let me explain:

Phone: I'm having phone problems, you know? I have a samsung galaxy s3 that I cherish with my life (I have everything one it so...) but the deal is
-it's two years old
-it's been used by my sister before me that's why its worn out
-it has overheated and bootlooped more than twice

The last cause was why I needed a new phone
So I went to dad and was like "dad, I need a knew phone"
And he's like "okay, you're uncle is coming to visit from Australia after a month, Ill tell him to bring you a new phone along"
But I just kept standing there, my bootlooping phone in my hand, staring ridiculously at my dad... so because I had to wait I formatted my phone and good thing I got the memory card out or so god help me I wouldve died.

Laptop: Surprise surprise! My laptop is broken
Yeah... I dont know why nothing lasts with me... even tho my phone lasted 2 years my laptop lasted 4 months...
Anyway, I told my parents and they were like "we'll get you one soon, use your sister's in the mean time"
The sister that's majoring in engineering.
The sister that uses her laptop everyday.
Are you serious?
I may seem like a brat, but I dont use my laptop to watch netflix.
I use it for homework, projects, researches, and writing
If any of you who're reading Fangs, im sorry, but I can't type a chapter of my own story on my phone. I can write a fanfic like im doing in After The Storm, but for some fucked up reason, I can't write for Fangs via phone, sorry guys.
And look now! I still. Dont have. A laptop.
Yay me.

MAL: so this is MAL, Model Arab League, like MUN but for arab countries, and my school is joining next year, AND I WANT TO JOIN SO BAD. But next year, eleventh graders can join the Robotics team... and just the idea of this makes me smile, I really, REALLY want to join both
But guess what??
My parents are making me choose.
Either MAL or Robotics
*cue to me screaming in my pillow*
I sound bratty, I know I know, but I don't go out to parties because I want to get good grades, I keep the hangouts to a minimum so I wouldn't make dad drive me around (he has a leg problem, one is numb the other is not, kinda hard to drive long distances) and I do whatever they want, because they want the perfect lebanese girl.
But im sick of it.
I mean, I want to do what I like, and they're not letting me.
I wanted to do creative writing in college, but now im going to do biochem, my second choice, because they wanted a scientific daughter.
I wanted to learn how to play the piano since I was 10, and I learned how to play a whole song on the piano by ear by 12, and I showed them what I could do for them to at least consider, but what I got was "that's great sweetheart, but focus on your studies, they're more important from this distraction"
I love doing activities, and joining after school classes, like last year, our school started giving spanish lessons after school, and I wanted to join, but guess what, I had my fucking official exams so my parents where like "maybe next year, you have official exams this year, you need to study hard" they stopped the classes this year
And this year in MUN, I joined not by asking their permission, just stating that im joining and they were like "if it affects your grades, you're out" and my grades stayed the same. Hah.
Like I dont know why they want me to be the perfect girl, my average is 13.87/20, im plus sized, im anti social, and they think that education is everything.
Im so angry about this! I mean, this is suffocating! Like I really want to join the robotics club next year, and re experience MUN through MAL, but they're like "no. You have to choose one. You'll be a scientific eleventh grader next year, you need to work hard"
JUST BECAUSE MY SISTER IS IN ONE OF THE HARDEST COLLEGES IN LEBANON MAJORING IN MECHANICAL ENGINEERING WHERE IF YOU PASS YOUR FAMILY WOULD THROW YOU A PARTY AND THAT MY SISTER IS ONE OF THE TOP STUDENTS THERE, DOESNT MEAN IM LIKE HER OKAY? JUST. STOP. COMPARING ME TO HER!
I swear, I wont be surprised if I asked my parents to go to the movies with my friends and they suddenly say "no, you have to study hard, after 6 years and two weeks you'll be trying to create a new formula for an antiseptic. You need to study harder"
No. Stop. Just... fucking STOP!