I feel like the world is against me. My dream is the only possession I truly value; it is the epitome of my being, yet I feel like even the very core of my existence could always vanish from me. I am beyond desperate. No amount of words can describe my insatiable thirst to achieve my dream. However, lately, I feel that no matter how much effort I exert, it always seems to be insufficient. I am tired of existing; I don't wanna die, but I also don't wanna live. I just want to vanish from everyone, from everything. I don't understand how a person that can be anywhere but home wishes to share everything about their daughter that they barely know of. How about instead of ranting about your child's emotional wellbeing to random ass strangers, you go and be a better parent? You seem to be the most caring and loving parent in your stories and you're very dedicated to sharing that persona, so why not actually commit to being a dedicated parent?