takes time to realize...
i am in love with this song… yes even though its old. get over it.
College starts next week. My wonderful dad is mad at me cause i’m not studying. STUDYING WHAT? apparently i’m going to be a failure… even though i graduated number fucking 8 of my class. It’s frustrating that they have no confidence in me. I mean they did this all through high school.. saying that i’m going to get no where with my study habits.maybe its there way to push me to do better. BUT STILLL. even for my graduation my dad didnt even congratulate me. I mean i’d like a little recognition for busting my ass off.
and for my effing graduation “party” my dad just invited people he didnt tell them it was for my graduation… so everybody was like you graduated??? WTF!? and my dad was like well i didnt want them to feel as though they needed to bring a “gift”. LIKE SERIOUSLY FATHER? SERIOUSLY? i cant be recognized for one fucking daY? i mean you never through me a birthday party or something…. its not like i’m getting presents everyday… i mean its not about getting stuff. its just— can’t i have a day where its my special day? i mean i sound selfish. i know i am sooo incredibly blessed but i’m only human…
i mean i dont complain that much but i mean i keep it inside and then it comes out. and UGHHHH
I’m doing everything THEY want. i mean i don’t know what i want in the first place so i can’t really say anything.
The ultimate goal for them is for me to get married to a indian guy that has a good job. GREAT. and i can only do that if I have a good job as well.
It’s not fair that i have to be thinking so far ahead into the future. Marriage. career. bullshit. that’s my worst fear… having to marry someone i don’t love.
I cannot fail college. i do not have a choice.
It’s so scary. By a certain age i have to marry someone or its bad. And if i dont find anybody they will. Everything ties in together. Its like a domino effect.
My parents will never be satisfied.. i just have to ignore that. I’m leaving it to God. Someway somehow he will make everything work out. I’m going to fall over and over again but I know he’ll put people in my life to pick me up. and maybe mr. perfect is at uta… maybe thats why i’m going there. let’s hope that there is a bright side to all of this.
everything will work out. it always does.