Misunderstood

I'm tired. Lately, all I have been every time I'm at school is unhappy. The new schedule has been torturing me. Science for four consecutive days each week, and then there's Math, and Business studies, and so many other classes that are so unbearable. I feel my insides dying every time I sit through each class. But those lessons are the least of my problems there. I'm always at war with myself at school, everything is just so bad behind those walls lately. I'm getting sick of seeing those people I call my friends. They're not my friends, they're never there. Everything is just so dreadful. I wish I had someone, anyone, who would listen to me. Who would listen and not judge, and not tell me to not to judge. Just listen and be on my side. And say nice things to me about the whole situation. I need comfort. But no. No one understands me. Especially my parents, they don't understand about this whole school issue I have. And they're always pushing me, especially my dad. He keeps reminding me about a lot of things. Things like being independent and shit. I don't need that. I already know what and what not to do. He's just so scared of me failing. He's so scared of me doing the wrong things, he's so scared I'd disappoint him. Why can't he just let me be? Out of all people, I think he's the one who doesn't understand me the most.

I don't know what to do anymore