Firstly, Happy 25th Birthday Wang Yibo! And congratulations on becoming so accomplished in life!
I wanna rant.
My life has been hell since last year. I have been on a hiatus from writing. And it's all because of my parents. They are hell-bent on not letting me write. Each time I sit down to write, they are like, "You could have just taken up English as your major, why did you take up Microbiology?? How will you get your degree?? Look at that boy in your class, he isn't half as good as you in studies and yet he gets better marks than you. All because you are wasting time."
From the last few months, whenever we have a quarrel, Dad is like, "Either you both leave the house or I will." And no amount of telling him that it hurts me has done any good. And as for Mom, she is either like, "We both are fighting, you just ignore," or "It's all because of you, before you were born, we were happy."
I told them that I didn't ask to be born. Right now, I would be the happiest person if I died. Why did they give birth to me if they had to make my life hell with their choices?? Mom says, "Don't think just because you have studied biology, you understand everything."
Maybe I don't. But it doesn't ease my frustrations, does it?
I have been diagnosed with really high blood pressure. I have frequent chest aches. This morning I told them that I had chest ache last night and slight breathlessness along with it. They started blaming each other and me.
Today is Wang Yibo's birthday. I thought I would start writing again.
I've been having suicidal thoughts lately. A few days back, I opened a bottle of bathroom cleaner and would have drunk it, if Mom hadn't intervened.
I'm sorry for this rant. Thanks, guys.