I'm always wrong

Okay, I just realized that I cannot type Mandarin when using the computer in Uni.
But I feel like expressing myself so I will just use English.
Ya, I have stories to tell again and it happened in this morning.
Again, it is something quite negative so... yea.
Oh wait,  I'm not very free actually but I'm waiting for my friend to arrive to get things done.
And I feel like not touching my lecture notes and reports.

Okay, straight to the point... the story began when I was about to leave my house.
I was supposed to leave with my bro as my dad was fetching him to his school and then straight away he would drop me at the train station. 
However, I was a bit late as I was packing my bag last minute.
I had to bring a list of important stuff so I kept rechecking whether I did not leave out anything.
That somehow made me late and not able to leave with my bro on time. 
The war began.
I went out to tell my dad that I really needed more time to prepare. He was angry as usual but he didn't scold me.
The one who scolded me was my mum.
She claimed that she didn't mean to scold me but her tone was quite fierce. 
She said that I was staying up late until 3am ++
So? Indirectly, you are telling me that what the hell I was doing yesterday night and I was late.
I just answered back loudly by saying that you all don't understand that I had so much work yet to be completed.
I just wanted to get things done before the Raya week,
Is that my fault?
This really got on my nerves!
I really could not chill down and react calmly.
It seemed that I was having mental breakdown like those sorts of insane people.
Okay, this part ended.

Then my dad came back and fetched me. Luckily he didn't grumble or say anything but my face just turned black,
My morning was ruined.
And many thoughts lingered in my mind.
My fault again... you guys just don't understand the feeling and desire of wanting to complete the tedious task.
Being late is just a small mistake that most probably everyone will make.
I just need a bit of consideration. 
But I also felt bad because as I grow elder,
I feel like treating my parents more impatiently.

Oh God...
I really don't know what is wrong with me.
Every time I feel positive, there must be something that pulling me down to the dark side.
When can this stop?

haiz...