I've never cried harder than I'm crying right now.
These past few weeks have been hard for me. There's been so much work and I feel pressured all the time. And tonight I just finally snapped.
My dad has always been a stickler for grades. Since elementary school, anything less than an A meant that I wasn't trying hard enough. Throughout middle school, that was easy. Ninth grade hit and it wasn't so bad, but this year has been my death.
I'm making an A in one class, a B in most of the others, and failing algebra because of that quiz. He hasn't found out, but I fear for myself when he does.
And now at dinner he starts talking about how we don't compete, and don't try for anything. That my brother and I aren't passionate and that we won't get anywhere. That the "Asians in our school are leaving us in the dust and that we won't get any spots in college." (His words, not mine. Have I mentioned that he's racist as well?)
Apparently he's trying to "help us." To be honest, its just worsening my depression and anxiety and I hate being at my house now. I try to stay at school more because I like it there better.
So basically that's why I can't stop crying up in my room. He's probably going to yell at me if he finds me up here and then apologize or something.
I don't even know what to do. I can't even go to my own parents with my problems.