"Break another little piece of my heart now, baby."

[poetic_solitude]

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

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[mannah__]

That sucks, Amy. I'm sorry. My V-Day sucked, too, for what it's worth.

[poetic_solitude]

I'm sorry yours didn't go so well either.

<33 amy

[____desolate]

Wow! 3.7? The highest is 4.0 right? Wow! That's amazing Amy! =) I know what you mean though, my dad's like that, but maybe they do feel proud, but they just don't know how to show it or want you to do better or something. =\ I'll give you a hug *hugs* =).
Aw that sucks, it's all right, I'm sure things'll be fine, maybe he just forgot =\. Dont worry! ;)
♥

[poetic_solitude]

Thanks! And yeah, I know what you mean. My dad has no idea how to express his feelings sometimes. But that's a male for you lol.

Thanks again, Sonya!

<33 amy

[____desolate]

No problemo! =)