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worth-crying?
I cried a lot and being a somber-junk during these 2 weeks but at the end I just didn't know the reason why I cried.
Did I cry for myself? Did I cry for you? Did I cry for somebody else out there?
Here, I'm trying out to find out. Let me just spit them out

1.
I live with pressures from both of my parents just because I'm the only child and I can't do anything but pretend to be strong and able to carry on.
Having a mom whose life is depending on the very expensive medicines, dad whose very asian-- I'm emphasizing on the strictness and very particular about not giving up, are not that easy and it forced me to do hundreds time heavier weights than normal people..
I'm feeling like I'm being a beast of burden, carrying too much weights on my shoulders--correction : we, X5. We got 2 curriculums which we have to balance each another, the national and international. They made it harder for us to concentrate to our chosen major, didn't they?
As a kid, we swallow every single words and nod to every single order. We did protest. But what are we?

2.
This includes my personal social-life. Am I being too sensitive? Or am I being too kind to you?

3.
Something

4.
Something that's even more negligible