I need a major assessment of my life. My frankly, it sucks, or the majority of it, at least in my opinion. I am a 14 year old freshman Chinese loser, and that I think is the root to all my problems. I really think that’s how it is, and I’ve got so many reasons to support my idea. My parents suck because they are Chinese. I have hardly a social life, because I’m Chinese, and my self-esteem is quite pitiful too (because I’m Chinese.). I really need some guidance to help me for the next 3 and ½ years till I can move out of my parent’s house to the other side of the country, and forget everything about my past, but the urge to slit my throat is quite defining, especially now that I’m in high school, and even more pressure is building up..  
 
My parents don’t suck just because of the fact that they are Chinese, but because that they were raised in a communist Chinese environment, they end up that way. They are incredibly unsupportive of me. All they do is pay for my lunch money, and they tell me that they are good parents. I don’t even think that they know what grade I am now in. They are also the cheapest people I know. They want me to be a doctor, or a lawyer, just for the paycheck. To them, I’m just an investment, no different than a stock for a company. Every time I try to start a conversation with them, they either tell me that I’m stupid I shouldn’t talk about something that I don’t know about, but when I try to talk about me, and my life, they tell me to stop being so selfish, and thinking of myself. I want to make video games when I grow up. That’s not going to change, no matter what anyone says, but my parents blame all of society’s problems on them, just because some Chinese lawyer lost a case in a
California
lawsuit about video games. My dad is far worse than my mom though. He thinks that because he is the money-maker of the house, the rest of the family has to worship him, and do whatever he pleases. He also considers school for me, and staying at home cleaning up the house for my mom some sort of thing that we enjoy, and we do just for the pleasure of, and he is the only hard-working person in the house. When ever me and my dad argue, and I bring up a good point, he only gets madder, because he knows that he’s wrong and he will do anything he can to make him think that he’s right. He is also quite racist, which I think is a little ironic. He thinks that all white people are inferior to Chinese, and that all black people all only good for athletics, and physical work, and he thinks that all Mexicans should be mowing lawns. He tries his hardest to make everyone around him angry or annoyed whenever he feels it. He doesn’t like me being Christian (although that is probably the only thing keeping me alive today), because he thinks that it’s too good to be true, like one of those free ipod ads, and there’s some kind of hidden fee. He also won’t take me to church, and the only way that I can talk with other Christians about Christ is at our school once a week for around 15 minutes in FCA (fellowship of Christian athletes). They both refuse to listen to the doctors, the eye doctors, and everyone else that says I have physical problems, and place the blame on me. It’s my fault I have allergies, and it’s my fault that my eyes are deformed and I need glasses. In short, my dad is perhaps the most narrow-minded person since Hitler that I have ever laid eyes on, which is all because of his Chinese ness. 
 
 
My social life sucks too. Up till this year, I was a straight-forward nerd. The kind of guy who was too shy to do anything and never thought about anything else but school, because I thought that school was the only thing to worry about. But this year, it all changed. I decided to throw that mentality into the dump, and make myself a new person, one who’s louder, and outstanding. Someone worth remembering. Everyone from my old middle school hasn’t really accepted that, and they think that I’m out of my place. Every time they come talk to me, they start with the same 3 main ideas that they want me to grasp. I’m fat. I’m stupid. And I’m Chinese. I always ignore them, but that makes them think that there is no consequence to them doing that. It’s not really offending as it is annoying, because sometimes, I want an interesting conversation with someone, but they just do that, and it really pisses me off. Even some of my old nerd friends from the school have joined them. For what? I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I’m going to have to watch my back a little better. But it’s not bad on this front. People from the other schools are actually pretty interesting, and they are nice, and they can accept change, but they live so far away, and my parents won’t drive me anywhere, so except for school, I can’t really hang out with them much. But every one that lives near me does suck, so I consider this a loss, because of my being Chinese. If I wasn’t Chinese, then I could have realized sooner that there are more important things in life then money, and the means to get it.  
 
 
My self esteem is pretty strange. I know that I’m fat, I know that I am stupid, and I don’t think straight, and I don’t fit in well. But the odd thing is, is that I’m ok with it. It’s just annoying when people just bring that on me, just because they are too boring to thing of something more interesting to say. The only two things that keep me alive are Christ, and the thought that maybe something better will happen tomorrow. Maybe my parents will die in a car crash, and I can have foster parents, or maybe my side of the town will get nuked when I’m a state away so I don’t have to put up with the assholes of my school. But till then, I have very little to hold on to.