I'm just so bloody SICK AND TIRED of you. Can't believe you threatened to BURN and TEAR it. Last time, you threw it away. I picked it up from the dustbin. Guess you want to opt for something more permanent, huh. I will never forgive you if you go through with your threat.
Pushing my head around will not make me listen to your criticizing words. I'm already immune to it. You think I WANT to sleep late constantly, stay up all night doing my work, and fail my tests?! I'm trying my best to make it all work out somehow, but you keep on demoralising me. Can't you just be more supportive of me and my other responsibilities?