Understand.

She makes me feel stupid and like my dreams don’t matter, but they matter to me. I’m sick of trying to explain myself to her. I am what I am. She says I put all my energy into useless things, but these things are not useless, they are not meaningless. I put my energy into them because they mean something to me. Obviously if I care about it so much it matters. She may not understand why I am how I am, and she may say she wants better for me. But I choose my path. I choose how I want to live, and how I want to live may not agree with her standards, but I’m not going to live how she wishes she would have. I’m my own person and what I want for myself is different than what she wants. I wish she could understand that no matter what she says to me, or how much she makes me cry, I want this. And if I regret it later, then so be it. Obviously I don’t care or I would be different.