I think I'm going to die a failure. I was never into sports, theatre, or medicine, but I'm good at engineering and art. But that isn't good enough for her. Every little mistake turns into a moral failure. Every time I try to talk about how I feel or express joy about anything she finds a way to turn it into a long lecture EVERY FUCKING TIME about I should have done something different or that I'm not doing this UNRELATED thing, and she wonders why I don't like talking to her or why I'm not that loud, energetic kid anymore. I always hated the piano but she always wanted to play it. I don't think I even like medicine but she does. I want short hair but she loves it long. She hates my dark skin but it's a part of me. She compares me to my dad when she wants to insult me. She insults my friends. I hate wearing makeup because it makes me feel ugly, like its not me. I think that's what she wants. She wants someone else, she wants herself, but she's stuck with me.