Dear Diary,
When does a person reach a point where they realise they're done? When do you start living for yourself and not for what others want or expect of you? When do I figure out what I want to do? When do I stop doing things just for the sake of making my parents happy? I don't know what I would instead do to make ME happy. I have no passion, no dreams. I have nothing I would like to pursue, so this is why I choose to make my parents happy instead. At least someone's happy this way.