It never ends, does it?

I will never be the daughter my parents want me to be – I inherited the father’s stubbornness and the mother’s dramaness. It’s not the best combination when it comes to compromising on things. I may insist to not be ‘just like them’ but realize I practice many things they brought me up to believe.

However in many ways, I am not them. It might be the experience I had been exposed to that made me very different from them. They do not agree to many decisions I make in life ie: Why do I tend to change job, why do I need more salary, why can’t I just be content with life etc. Perhaps till today, I am just the little girl in their eye who can’t make any decision for herself, or a little girl who don’t know what is the best for her in her life. All I wanted is some support and understanding. I may be different but that does not dictate that I have to live life exactly the way it is ‘seemed’ fit. Why do I bother sharing with them my thoughts to only realize that they don’t care what I am feeling because they ALWAYS think they know better, they had experienced everything. Being protective is one but I need someone to listen to me. Give me a chance to speak for myself. I don’t deny I can be difficult but it’s my life and I need to learn to make my own choices.

I’m just frustrated. At this stage, nothing seems to be going easy. Maybe it’s me making life seem complicated. Whatever it is, I need a time-out. I need this quarter to end to re-think what is it exactly that I want in life.