Well, I’m officially home now. I enjoyed staying at my baby’s place, but now I just don’t want to be here anymore. I think I’ve complained enough about living at home. Well, it still sucks. I’m glad I have a place to stay, a roof over my head, and a bed to sleep in, but come on, is it really necessary to complain about how I look, why my hair looks like it’s not asian? Why I don’t have perfect standing straight posture? Yeah. Mom, Dad, as much as I love you both, and as hard as I try to work in school AND my job to make you proud, you still don’t accept me for who I am. In 20 years of my life, I still can’t be that talentless, stereotypical Asian child that will major in doctors, because obviously, me being me, the crooked standing, shitty haired artist that likes to draw dead things and obsess over cars that I am, I’m still not up to your standards and/or expectations. What do you want from me? I’m happy, and I don’t think you will ever see that. I’m going to a wonderful college, I have a car, I have a job, and I have a wonderful fiancee, what more could I ask for? Is it because I’m not doing what you wanted me to do? That I don’t have a boyfriend like you wanted me to have and instead I have a girlfriend instead? And also whom that you’re completely racist against? I get all the bad Karma for this don’t I? Stop putting me down. Stop crushing the happiness I already have. There’s a reason why I don’t come home for winter break or spring break anymore. I want them to hear what I have to say. Because I’ve heard enough of their side of the story, and it’s the same thing over and over again on how I’m not what they want me to be.