It’s winter break. I don’t have to worry about exams for a while. I get to relax and chill before school starts again. Last semester’s been a bit overwhelming for me. Everything was so fast paced and there was just all sorts of things happening to me so I thought I’d want to slow down for a bit. Hence I thought going back to Sacramento for 17 days to visit my family would be a good idea, thinking that my family would love to see me since I didn’t visit at all last semester and I was only with them for a couple of weeks over summer break. It only took a couple of hours after I landed to find out how mistaken I was. There’s no way I can relax around here when every fucking day, my parents keep reminding me how much of a failure I am. They keep pressuring me about school as if I needed anymore. Nothing I do seems to be enough. They always find something wrong. Every single day’s a hell of a struggle for me. Everyday I’m almost at my breaking point. Everyday it’s just getting harder and harder for me to keep myself together. I’m usually a very optimistic person but optimism can only do so much when pressure’s coming in from all angles and you don’t really know who to turn to anymore when your main sources of comfort (or so you thought) are the ones exerting the most pressure on you. Now I don’t have a choice but to endure the next 12 days at “home”. There goes my winter break.