My life is a shitty one.

Sure, my family is in the middle class and can sustain our needs just fine, but when it comes to raising a child, my parents seemed… lacking.

To be honest, I can't be considered a kind person. I am selfish, stubborn, lazy, and I only think for myself. Maybe they have a point, maybe they don't, but it has come to the point that they won't stop questioning my life choices.

Every. Single. One.

"Why are you eating like that? Have some table manners!" even though we're only eating at home.

"Why do you want to become a pharmacist? That's for faggots! Take mechanical engineering instead!" because I don't enjoy tinkering with machines, even though I'm good at it.

"Why aren't you saying proper honorifics on us? Have some respect!"

For fucks sake, it has become too incessant. All for the sake of "instilling discipline" unto me, my ass.

And the last straw is that they took my phone because I'm apparently abusing the hell out of it. Sure, I take more than 10 hours with it in reading stories, checking for updates, playing games and whatnot, but I at least do help out in chores, eat at proper time, and get myself 8 hours of sleep.

I'm a simple-minded person with the goal of living my life as content as possible, and die without any regrets. I have looked for anything that makes me happy and contend, and it is reading and writing stories.

My ideals clash with my parents', and is the cause of our conflict of interests.

I could've strong-armed them to let me do what I want. The only I reason I didn't is not because of morality, but rather because the resulting consequences would make my life harder.

Thus, I have to put up with their annoying yammers about "respect" and "discipline".

It's funny, though. Mutual understanding comes first before respect. You normally don't pay respects to those that misunderstand you, right?

They don't know me as much as they assumed, but that's because I am not opening up to them. My reason not to open up is because they refuse to listen to reason and often thinks that they know better, just because they're older than I am.

Our ideals are as different as night and day, and both sides are just too stubborn to come up to a resolution.

And so, I am contemplating whether I should let the dam spill and confess, or keep it to myself.

If it's the former, I'll be getting an earful of bullshits I'd rather not hear, and things might just get worse for me.

If it's the latter, things will remain as they are.

Fuck it all. Everyone has a breaking point, and I'm slowly reaching mine. It's only a matter of time before I finally snap and someone gets hurt.

And now, I'm beginning to lose my motivation to read and write because of barely-restrained anger, especially since my games, drafts, and musics that calm me down are on the phone that they took.

I'm writing this because I needed to vent out and ask for some advice. Sorry for ruining your expectations of another chapter.