Cant Even Cry In This Damn House Without An Interrogation - Tumblr Posts

I wish my life was still mine, like when I was a kid felt so good to get home from school and have something to be passionate about doing but now it’s getting home from school and feeling like I have no privacy, no place where I can destress and be alone without someone else being there, it’s feeling like I have no life outside of what I do academically and that while I have a body, I’m not a person. I’m more of an object to fulfill the expectations of others. Someone that needs to respect everyone except myself. Someone expect to throw everything I know and believe aside to dial down myself and make me digestible for others. It hurts.