We might have grown up, striving for our own ideals, and perhaps gradually neglected our parents' feelings. Nowadays, I feel like I'm acting, speaking insincerely, wearing a mask of hypocrisy, always deceiving myself with trivial achievements, yet I often inexplicably feel a sense of emptiness.
"Do you really think I don't want to let go of all the pain? It's not that I don't want to let go of those things; it's that I truly can't. I force myself to endure all the inner pain time and time again. All I ever wanted was a steady life, but my life keeps getting disrupted over and over again. Can't I blame anyone? Am I supposed to willingly bear all this pain? I watch everything change before my eyes and see the ones I care about being taken away. Do you know how much that feeling hurts? No one ever considers how excruciating that kind of pain is. You always think your decisions are right, but what about me? Am I just meant to be abandoned and hurt by you as parents, time and again?
