Journal #12 Mom, I'm in a Movie!

First of all, my movie would have showings of extreme psychological trauma and how I live through it. I consider myself a determined person and dwells in fear when I can't get what I want when I attempt hard for it. It begins. The hot day of Mexicali causes my head to shed many tears of sweat while striking a hatchet on a huge, durable tree. I keep thinking, this Saturday was suppossed to have joy as to seeing my favorite soccer team play for the pass to the semi-finals, yet I have to do painful work. I had started the work with pain in my head already, I began at nine while having to wait on eating untill it was one in the afternoon. I was limited in energy and was silent throughout the working area. My dad would yell at me to continue using the sharp machete or the strong hatchet in order to continue the dismantling of the tree. I would comply to his demand and would inject the tree with my strikes from my favorite hatchet. After fifty strikes, my father tells me that he wants to continue in order to allow me rest. I don't listen to him, in fact, I ignore him and continue striking the tree with no sense of success or determination. He grabs me by the shoulder and tells me that I can rest now, and this time, I do accept that offer. The day had ignited inadequate and I began my refreshing shower in order to watch my passionate soccer team play a game they had pressure on. It is quickly shown their humiliating defeat and I start yelling in such fury and cause my dad(who also supports this soccer team) to gain inflammatory reactions. Those would enact the first fifteen minutes of a movie where I recall the unfairness in life and how I react to my problems and mistakes that account as many. This movie additionally contains a mournful reaction to an essay I did poorly on, and could have gained an impressive score if I had not made a simple mistake.