I guess yeah there's something wrong with me.
And I know you don't care.
I know I've made you hate me I guess.
I just too tired to respond to you anymore.
To the trivial things that I feel aren't important, like table manners or sitting upright in a chair or all those stupid things I get yelled at for.
I feel like a robot. All I got to do is study and get good marks, because by the end of this you guys will be happy.
But will I? Am I? Is that what I want? I know it will be for my own good, in your words, beneficial in the long run.
Perhaps I would be happier giving up my life to volunteer service or something and not having anything grand, just some place small and tiny. Perhaps I would be happier having nothing but being free.
How free it would be to not have a care in the world.