it's funny how my parents are the only people in the world who constantly makes me feel worthless. like it never fails. like nothing I do is ever good enough to meet their expectations because they're always looking at different goals. because people they know indirectly can do things that I failed at doing and those are the only this that matter, not the fact that I excel at things other people can't possibly begin to practice. that I grew up not so twisted in the mind. you know, you can say that so and so went to the best college there is in your vision, but I talk to so and so, and so and so has always been unhappy. I've made my own happiness, and what's done is done, so shut the fuck up about berkeley and los angeles already. shut the fuck up. I can't wait to fucking leave because then I can finally fucking breathe. Then I can be free from you telling me I'm never good enough, that I'll never fucking survive without you. I'll fucking survive, and I'll be so fucking happy.