You know what? I just wish for once that everything I do was good enough. I am so tired of getting a pat on the back and then having my parents say, "Yeah, great job. But hey, how come this isn't this way? How come you're not in this class? That's bullshit. How come you didn't do this? You should really get started on that." I just feel like I'm screaming SHUTUP to them but they can't hear. I can't handle the pressure and I can't handle them. I'm near breaking point. Hold on, it's a bumpy ride. Great job. Good Job. Nice. You can do better.
"And all the while I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and nobody even looks up." -From The Titanic
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