Fucking parents. I try to make them proud, but I can never get through to them. I can’t even count you how many holes I’ve punched in my wall to let go of my anger and sadness. My fist are bleeding, and my mind is pulsing because of the thought that all I want to do is what I love doing. I don’t understand. I’ve thought it over a million times. I know what I want to do. I know how to do it. But I can’t. I think it’s time to just give up on what I love doing, because chasing after my dream will just hurt me more. How can something I love doing hurt me much?
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