home.

home.

What an unsuccessful visit home.

It seems up till the very last minute, I'm still arguing and defending my majors, minor, career choice, interests, classes, health, and recently, my relationship.

It's hurtful, demeaning, and unfortunate that even now you still look down on me. You ask why I don't go home often, well, this is why.

I feel like a pressure cooker, haha.

Hopefully, I'm at least making something yummy.