So..tomorrow will e my first session with the dentist... after putting on the braces.... Well... I think the people who experienced braces will now the purpose... TIGHTENING. I haven't use the rubber for quite a time... will he notice? I mean the dentist... Okay... dentist is not such a big deal... only the part where I must go alone into the cold room.... My parents said I'm old enough to go by my own... But, still... the room makes my blood churn..Hey, I had my surgery there okay?! I'm like... not fully unconscious, so... I can see the reflection of what they're doing to my gums from the light.... But... that moment, I don't feel afraid... no, not at all... I feel it was interesting... and I kept looking... My ambition is to be a surgeon..so, a minor surgery like this won't make me shout out in fright... Okay... so... Again, I wonder why my parents are always comparing me with others??? Like my dad's friend's daughter who is 18... who can pay the cost to travel around the world...using her own cash... Okay... First, it's not that I don't want to find my own money or whether I'm too chicken...It's about the LAW... they don't allow ME to work YET... Not until I'm... 17?? Or 18... While the Europeans... they can start working at the age of 16... That is so unfair... I really want to work... So I can buy things I want... Without asking my parents for it... SECOND... I HATE BEING COMPARED WITH OTHERS AS IT WEAKENS MY SPIRIT!!!!! OKAY?!
ps: 463 days more??
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