a heavy resent for you. You judge me, and you tell me what I’m doing is wrong. You say you know what you’re talking about, even though I’ve clearly done all of the research and know damn well what I’m doing with my academic life. You think you’ve “got it all figured out”, so you say I think I do, too. The truth is, I really have no idea. I have no idea what will happen in the next 4-5 years, and I have no idea what will happen in my life. I’m not mature, and neither are you. The difference is, you should be.

I’m done with trying to make you guys happy, because I’ll never succeed in that. You give me these apathetic comments of how proud you are in how far I’ve come in my life, and you sound like you barely have the energy to even say it. You forget the very next day what my dreams are, and you forget that I’m a fucking ADULT. I can handle myself. The funny thing is, you’re not paying a damn penny for any of my schooling. I’m having to do it all on my fucking own. Why? Because you obviously didn’t believe in me enough to put any sort of money aside the last 18 years. You guys have fucked me up. You’ve fucked with my emotional stability, my ability to cope with anxiety and stress, my mindset, and everything I can think of involving the most important thing: LIFE.

The happiest days of my life are the ones I spend not around you, and instead with the people I really do enjoy and get along with. It’s not because we’re a family that we don’t get along, it’s because we’re clearly NOT ‘family’. I may be familiar with you, and you may have supported me on your own standards and choices all this way, but you have never supported my own choices. Fuck you.