Felt a bit angry in class yesterday morning. Christine really don’t get our points.
I don’t understand the kind of life that she leads. Though we’re cousins, sadly we don’t share the same experience and memories.
We don’t know each other as well as we thought. I suddenly got a feeling that Christine to me looks like a wood which is beautiful outside yet rotten in the core.

I felt helpless while facing her attitude. She doesn’t care and everyone else does, ironic.

I can’t pretend I agree with her. The process of trying to make her study more is difficult. And I was’nt talking her out of pursuing her dreams at all.

Said something like, "If you were’nt my cousin, I wouldn’t tell you all these. I could’ve simply told your mother that I can’t teach you after school begins. I’m doing it only for your own good." in the end of class.

I was being true, being direct, being childish and harmful. In a way, I was showing my helpless struggle as well.