Private life and Personal Matters
PRIVATED BLOG.
I need privacy, but I need to write. I might re-open this in the future.
I need to get out...far away as possible. With family, it's easier to love from a distance. I had a fresh argument with my mom. She's never happy or satisfied with my accomplishments, always asking for more or the "next." Mom asked me to sing the national anthem, so I learned it. My only request is to sing it acapella. I sang it for her and all she could say was, "do this..do that." Well, why can't you just sing it yourself?! I'm all for constructive criticism, but all she does is knock me down...like she does my entire life.
So what does she do? She goes over to my grandparents house and then comes back with my aunt, grandparents, cousin, and keyboard in tow. I told her, "SING SOLO." Why must she always push for her way?
Can you believe she is still trying to push me towards the medical field? I'm about to graduate and she can't just be happy that I have a direction life. I told her about my masters plan and she thought I dropped my dream, so she pushed me towards that. WHAT THE HELL. Screw sensibility. I want to be happy. I might be happy in marketing...later in life, after I tried out my little reporting stint.
The more my parents are like this, the more I want to leave. They are pushing me away and they don't even know it.
MA: You will never make it in NY. Why even try?
Because NY is far, far, far away from you. I don't have to live in the city. People have to start off somewhere. I don't care. I've accepted that you have to start out podunk...so long as it's in NY or some place far away from Texas, I'll be happy.
As an aside, I am going to Austin to hangout with friends and be happy that I have an escape. All I do at home, is take care of my siblings...be the older sister, the daughter.
I want to go back to NY. I think I'm ready to know. What do I have to lose?
I need privacy, but I need to write. I might re-open this in the future.
I need to get out...far away as possible. With family, it's easier to love from a distance. I had a fresh argument with my mom. She's never happy or satisfied with my accomplishments, always asking for more or the "next." Mom asked me to sing the national anthem, so I learned it. My only request is to sing it acapella. I sang it for her and all she could say was, "do this..do that." Well, why can't you just sing it yourself?! I'm all for constructive criticism, but all she does is knock me down...like she does my entire life.
So what does she do? She goes over to my grandparents house and then comes back with my aunt, grandparents, cousin, and keyboard in tow. I told her, "SING SOLO." Why must she always push for her way?
Can you believe she is still trying to push me towards the medical field? I'm about to graduate and she can't just be happy that I have a direction life. I told her about my masters plan and she thought I dropped my dream, so she pushed me towards that. WHAT THE HELL. Screw sensibility. I want to be happy. I might be happy in marketing...later in life, after I tried out my little reporting stint.
The more my parents are like this, the more I want to leave. They are pushing me away and they don't even know it.
MA: You will never make it in NY. Why even try?
Because NY is far, far, far away from you. I don't have to live in the city. People have to start off somewhere. I don't care. I've accepted that you have to start out podunk...so long as it's in NY or some place far away from Texas, I'll be happy.
As an aside, I am going to Austin to hangout with friends and be happy that I have an escape. All I do at home, is take care of my siblings...be the older sister, the daughter.
I want to go back to NY. I think I'm ready to know. What do I have to lose?
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