I don't understand how this year will decide everything, and even though I thought I knew what I should choose, I'm still confused. I'm afraid my dreams won't come true, that I won't achieve what I want even if I decide on my major and the job I dream of. If I don't get what I want, I'll simply die, even though I'm not that kind of person. I mean, I'm not like that anymore; I've become very hopeful. But all that hope depends on one year, one acceptance result, one university, and the chance to get a scholarship to another country or at least leave the city. My father wants me to become a doctor, and that's suffocating me, even though I'm also torn about what I want to do. I'm "very smart," and not choosing medicine is a "WASTE" of my skills. My mother doesn't believe in me at all, so I want to run away from her at any cost. If I can't leave this house within a year, I'll go crazy. Despite all that, I think I still have a lot of hope🙏🏻🙏🏻.