Death By A Thousand Cuts, London Boy, Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift in Lover, 2019

I work for goodness, genuity, all the sincere and clear all goodness and kindness education needs to deal with. My father is doing for goodness. But at home, I mean for me, he would always make me the last one to know, the one left not being met when he went off, the one not published or introduced on photos online for happiness to share to others, and I could still forgive him. But this time around, I found all things that I am left for the bad things, being mocked by the relatives of his that I am a bad girl, no matter the good things I have done. My dad, it is not my goodness value. I always want to take photos or always miss my students, while you do not do the photo with me. My dad, you could not ask that much to me, to accept being sent away when I was in your house, to be ruined by your relatives who are just to mock at me, yes you are present sometimes for me, but all the negative things, you chose not to cope with them. Not for me, it is as a human being right. Now you bought me a car, but you just gave me after I asked for it five years ago, you gave me one secondhand, after more than a year August 2018, on September this year I just knew that it was paid in the credits, and you did the credit for the specialty of your work partner, not for me, giving the car some insurance and must give the benefits for your working partner, but you let your working partner mock at me. Again, what would I be in your face? Someone to mock at? Then you make it the requirement that the trainings for driving the car would only be available in Monday to Friday. Did you expect me not to go to work? While you make someone work to teach me to drive, not about the person, but look at your behaviour just to give me only difficulties for my life. I never ask you this much, but where did you go when I was a child? Did you give me rice as per the government's request to be given to your child? Anyway, I am your child. Not the other person unrelated to you. But you came, I forgive you and your relatives, now your relatives would mock me as a bad girl whatever I would do, even if it is the good thing. My value in education, is not in line with what you have done towards me. I tried to understand you, I have been trying to do so. But the things you give to me continuously, promising, to be just this negative and destructive forever, all the time. My dad, now I'd tell you, you could not do this to me. I am not your trash bin. Everyone is responsible for his or her life. So you could not just intend to ruin my life. I am sorry.