Sometimes I think about how utterly ridiculous for me to feel guilty about enjoying taking Film because my parents wanted me to take chemistry instead. Sometimes I think about how stupid it is for me to have to avoid talking about it so I don't see the look on their faces and can predict what they're thinking. Sometimes I think about how evil it is of them to constantly try to scare me into doing what they want by talking around me (not to me) about how everyone can't get jobs, if only they saw me curled up on the floor, of the closet, in the dark.