crushed.

Hi, today's post won't be about anything special, I just needed a place to vent all my anger and frustration out. (oh god, i've been having so many bad days recently I've pretty much lost count)

* sigh * let's begin.

So ever since my last post, not much has occurred except that my former roommate Lori has moved to her own place now which leaves me living in this place all by myself. It isn't too bad actually, considering I have done this before whenever my dad was overseas for a few months at a go. The occasionally creak does freak me out though but anyway,

Because I've been unsuccessful with job-hunting, I came up with a list of things I wanted to do with my free time this summer. I wanted to use this time to do more things I otherwise never would have tried, for example, attending an acting workshop. To be honest, I've always been passionate about movies and if you know me, my brain is like an Encyclopedia of actors and actresses but it never occurred to me to give acting a try, especially since I've always had bad encounters with drama students or dramatic people in general. So bottomline is, I went for this acting workshop for a week and it was completely, unexpectedly so much more fun than I imagined. We had a showcase at the end of it and it all went superb. In the same week, I got a call for an interview at this call centre I applied for. And I was obviously overjoyed. I mean, that's the first call after 42 job applications. For once, I thought to myself "my life is finally coming together. I'm having fun at this workshop, I've got a nice place, I have an interview next week, all is well with the world." That thought lasted for three days before everything crumbled again.

*sigh*

Before I went for this interview, my mom said to me to be honest with them. As you know, my family values honesty above everything else. And that's what I did. The interview was going great and I asked the lady about leaves and such because I wanted to clarify my concerns before fully committing myself to the job. Based on my last job at the hotel, I wasn't guaranteed any leave because I was only a temporary staff despite working there for eight months. Every leave I took had my pay deducted so I didn't want the same for this. Plus, I go home during Christmas break for just about three weeks before uni starts again. The lady said two weeks was the maximum they allow at any one time and she said it can be worked out if I really needed to go home for three weeks. So I didn't think it was a problem but obviously it was because I failed the interview and didn't get the job. I called my mom after the interview to tell her what happened, and she told me off for telling them about my holiday plans. In her opinion, I should have taken the job and quit right before Christmas break, which in my perspective, is an even worse solution. Anyway, by this time, I was too frustrated to do anything else. I came home, sat down before my laptop, and unknowingly burst into tears because I just couldn't do it anymore.

Even I was surprised by this. Knowing me, I don't cry when I fail. To a certain extent, I get angry at myself and I'm done. But this time, I just couldn't anymore. It felt like the burden on my shoulders got heavier and I was just crushed by all this pressure. I get that this is all part of growing up and learning new things but I don't want to do this anymore. For the first time, I heard myself say I want to give up.

What made all this even worse is that even my parents didn't seem to care that I was upset or disappointed. My mom desperately blamed me for mentioning my holiday plans and my dad, unexpectedly, said that if I can't go home because of my job requirements then I should cancel my plans and not go home at all. I don't mean to shame my parents but this is the situation I have had to deal with. How is it fair that my friends get to spend the whole summer with their friends and family and I have to be scolded for wanting to spend three weeks back home. I get that life is unfair but is it meant to be this unfair??????????

People always say that life is meant to be terrific when you study abroad. People expect my instagram to be filled with pictures with loads of friends all getting drunk at clubs. Well, I'm here bogged down with responsibilities and all I want is to run away to a cave and never come back out. All my friends get to hang out and get drunk and make memories that they can't remember the next day. I want that too, I want all of that and none of this. I don't want my own place, I don't need an apartment, I was completely contented with living in a place that was the size of a storeroom. I WAS FINE WITH ALL THAT. I WAS VERY HAPPY. How can you expect someone as inexperienced as me to know what to do and survive on my own. HOW!!!!!!! URGH.

*sigh*

I don't fish for compliments at all but sometimes it would be pleasing to hear my parents say something nice about what I'm doing. Like well done for coping this much on your own, it must have been difficult on you. You're doing great etc etc. But no. All I keep getting is blame and criticism for not being good enough, for not knowing better.

*sigh*

I'm not the best out there and I really am clueless about a lot of stuff. But I am trying my hardest and honestly, I'm just mentally exhausted and completely crushed.

Can we stop this now, please.