Not Much Subtlety Here...

Sometimes it becomes very very difficult to hang on. No money. No
friends. No work-I-enjoy, no respect, no growth. But what is it that I
hold on to? Even if I let go, there is no place for me to fall. I'm so
completely, utterly, trapped.

...but it feels just like I'm sinking, and I claw for solid ground...

No one I can confide in here (Precious, I would have exploded by now,
if not for you) there is no place I can turn to for a bit of numbness-
at least. I can't leave the house without being asked where I'm going,
or by when I'll be back. Nothing is being learnt. Nothing is being
accomplished, except at the most agonizing snails pace.

I was happy before I came here. I was sought after, respected.

Now I'm constantly criticized for my cloths, how I walk, how i talk,
my diffetence in values,for being 'dheela', not keeping in mind every
desire that most people my age take for granted being sacrificed for
those I love.. Fuck all of you. Bhainchod. Fuck you fuck you fuckyou
fuckyou
fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyouFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

FUCK.

YOU.

PRESUMPTUOUS.

NARROW MINDED.

COMFORMIST.

CONTROLLING.

SELF-RIGHTEOUS.

BASTARDS.

*breathes*

And he said with a look of particularly elegent sadness, tinged by a
dash of pity '...what would you, beta, if I died tomorrow? Do you know
how malicious the world is? How would you survive?'

Thank you father, for the vote of confidence.