rage

This whole visit to China that I'm supposed to be excited about has gotten to the point where my mom enlisted my uncle to help me be excited.

Too bad you brought up the one sore spot when it comes to that trip.

Actually. Not really. This has stopped being about Chicago, and not being able to go because we're spending all our money on something I don't even want to do. I can go to Chicago another year. I have no doubts in my mind that one day, I will end up there and I will live there, possibly study there as well. No doubts. I am going to make it happen. What I am angry about is that no one seems to believe me when I say I don't want to go to China. No. One. They all think that I just need someone to ~persuade~ me into wanting to go on this three-week-long trip to communist, family hell. Hell where there's no way of communicating with the outside world because my phone won't work and Internet is censored like fuck. So. Three weeks of non-communication. It's going to be a miracle if I even remember English after this. I'm gonna be talking gibberish for years to come.

It's a 14-hour flight of misery and suffering, only to endure another three weeks of misery and suffering.

Fuck all of this, seriously. Just. FUCK.