What makes me happy is merely a selfish choice.
Because I am unable to fill anyone's expectations.
Because everyone wants me to become their ideal me.
So no matter what I do, it would never be enough.
In the end, I disappoint everyone and myself.
And if I don't burst into tears because at least, I want to be a strong mother.
But the load is so heavy, so heavy I believe someday it will crush me.