please don't make me cry

i am supposed to be in bed right now but i didn't want Tuesday to come so i'm up and i'm always afraid of facing my day tomorrow or other days. every night, sitting up at the bed crying for help to get me out of the crappy school. i didn't want to step one more step in that school. i did try to talk to my dad about this but he never understand. my parents wouldn't even ask how was my day like my friends does. coming home every evening pulling my face down like a papaya they just wouldn't asked. meeting my friends three times a week is like the best feeling is alive & they'll surely ask whats going on, hows my day and stuff like that & i do feel happy when they do. i share stuffs to them and they understand. especially my best of friend & my closest moral friend Simon. he's a little kid who understands me. we share everything with each other and stories of our life. he's a good little kid and he'll be there if i need someone to talk. thank God for him. i wish my parents were just like him. its hard to start a conversation like that with my parents. i live a painful life when the brand new year arrived.