Your words... They cut me like knives.

Last year I vowed to start studying for myself and be satisfied with my own progress (because your expectations just keep increasing, my dearest parents), but I know now that I can't do it. I value your opinions more than I think. How can I ever be good enough for the both of you? :(

Thanks for captializing on my failures and making me feel like crap. Ah the power of 1 progress report.