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Switch A-SIAN with A-FRICAN and thats my popsOriginally Posted by AntonLaVey
Switch A-SIAN with A-FRICAN and thats my popsOriginally Posted by AntonLaVey
Originally Posted by Adrian1221
Originally Posted by Adrian1221
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Originally Posted by acidicality
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Maybe I put that too seriously unintentionally. But it'd be like this.
Me: My report card came in. I got a 3.4.
Mom/Dad: _____ got a 4.0 again. Why can't you get good grades like him?
Me: ...
Maybe you should have gotten a 4.0 then.Originally Posted by acidicality
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Maybe I put that too seriously unintentionally. But it'd be like this.
Me: My report card came in. I got a 3.4.
Mom/Dad: _____ got a 4.0 again. Why can't you get good grades like him? At this rate you're going to UC River-side!!! Or Santa Cruz!!
Me: ...uh, they're both good schools you know...
Originally Posted by acidicality
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Maybe I put that too seriously unintentionally. But it'd be like this.
Me: My report card came in. I got a 3.4.
Mom/Dad: _____ got a 4.0 again. Why can't you get good grades like him?
Me: ...
Maybe you should have gotten a 4.0 then.Originally Posted by acidicality
Originally Posted by trey ohh five
Originally Posted by acidicality
This hits right at home.Well, pretty much all of these are on point.
Growing up, I never felt I was doing good enough, because my parents would always tell me I wasn't doing well enough, they would never be satisfied. Because of them, my approach to school was never to learn genuinely, but to make sure I wasn't a failure. They would always compare me to other people who were "better" than me, and I got sick of it.
Playing the world's saddest song on the world's smallest violin just for you.
Maybe I put that too seriously unintentionally. But it'd be like this.
Me: My report card came in. I got a 3.4.
Mom/Dad: _____ got a 4.0 again. Why can't you get good grades like him? At this rate you're going to UC River-side!!! Or Santa Cruz!!
Me: ...uh, they're both good schools you know...