It is 3h30 in the morning and I am awake with wheezing. I had wheezing throughout Saturday.

It has been weeks since I did any exercise. Wheezing weakens the nerves and I feel like zombie and I don’t do any thing that I want to do – like driving to a farm house or to that classic dance school, which I’ve been planning for couple of weeks.

I feel weak, tired and lonely.

And a lot angry. I’m angry with lots. But primarily with my parents.

Why don’t parents be happy about what I’m happy about? Why should they keep fixating on what they think its best? And don’t even get me started with the complaints:

‘Aiyo! He is loosing weight!’
‘He is not eating properly’

Why don’t they be happy that I am happy loosing weight?
Why don’t they be happy that I am happy that I am eating healthy and feeling great?

Now I’m not exercising, not loosing weight, eating crappy. Like always, they are happy. I am sad, depressed, angry and weak.

I hate them as much as I love them.