"Break another little piece of my heart now, baby."
This Monday, Valentine's Day, was progress report card day. My G.P.A was a 3.7. I brought it home in hopes of getting some sort of praise from my parents since I was somewhat satisfied with the results. I handed it to my dad, and to my disappointment, he said, "All right" and handed it back to me. Then, desperately, I gave it to my mom. A mere "good job" was her response. All I could do was just stand there in silence and wait for her to sign it. I was so disappointed afterwards that I just sat in my bed for what seemed like hours and just stared at the floor. All I wanted was a simple, "I'm proud of you", at least. Or just a hug. That's all I wanted. I just want my parents to be proud of me. The next day, some of my friends were all excited because their parents were giving them like $50 because they got a G.P.A of like 3.0 or something. It's not the fact that everyone else is getting a material item in return for getting a decent progress report. It's that their parents are actually showing them that they're proud of them. It's that their parents ARE proud of them. It just made me feel so useless. I'm tired of not getting any credit for my grades or my diligence. It's depressing.
To make matters worse, Shawn didn't call me on Valentine's Day. We're supposed to be a couple and he didn't even call me! I haven't spoken to him since Saturday. What a great relationship I'm in. All the girls were so giddy the next day from what they got from their boyfriends as a gift and here I am, feeling sorry for myself because I didn't even get a phone call.
To make matters worse, Shawn didn't call me on Valentine's Day. We're supposed to be a couple and he didn't even call me! I haven't spoken to him since Saturday. What a great relationship I'm in. All the girls were so giddy the next day from what they got from their boyfriends as a gift and here I am, feeling sorry for myself because I didn't even get a phone call.