Sebastian worked as hard as he could. He did everything he could to ace a test, to turn things in on time. Even if it meant trying not to throw up in the middle of class, or giving the entire school a bloody cold.

He worked as hard as he could all throughout middle school but never heard a word of praise from his dear old father. That's all he wanted! A "good job" or some sign he was doing well!

His high school years started and he stopped working harder. He stopped giving a flaming fûck about doing a good job. He just did his work to get a passing grade and move on so he could leave his hellish home,

What was the point? He does well, Father doesn't care. He didn't seem to care for years, so what's the point? There was no point, so he gave up. He gave up with a "he can go fück himself on a rusty pole".