Oh. Of course.

I don't understand this feeling of not wanting to exist. I don't wanna die, but this isn't living. I feel numb, while simultaneously furious. I should be grateful for my life; I have all of these opportunities. Instead, I hate the school I was thrown into. I hate that my parents don't see that they're killing my love of learning. I wanna quit, drop out, give in to the academic burn out. I'm drowning in assignments that I don't understand. Internally screaming that being bilingual isn't the same as being able to fit into a different education system. I don't get the instructions, the lessons, the corrections, the questions, none of it. I have to get this done. I need to go to the bathroom but this assignment is due in five minutes. I can't take it. I wanna leave everything...

*Sigh* guess who just got her period.