Ok , the time of truth.
To my beloved parents,
You try too hard. I thank you for that.
Meanwhile, you didn’t allow me to become a dancer, and now you say that if I really wanted it, I would have pursued it more intensely. Yes, right, because a 14 year old, could flee and turn to the streets. Also, when I get angry, you get disappointed in me and guilt tripping me to say that I am sorry. Jesus, for once respect what I am feeling. I don’t care if you are disappointed, I am valid. I can’t be a dancer now, because I am well past the age for training, but I have worked my ass off to be a doctor. And my exams are coming. An I will do my best. And. I. Am. Valid. You see, I will leave the rest of my life, regretting that little fact about WHAT I WAS NOT ABLE TO DO WITH MY LIFE. So, I will become a doctor instead. And this is a statement. It’s the next best thing. It’s what I want, and frankly I do not care what you want. Not anymore.
So, cut your passive aggressive manipulating bullshit, and kindly piss off. I need to study.
P.S. Yes mum, I am bi. No I am not confused. Yes, I am in love with a girl. No, I didn’t ask for your opinion.