If this is living, I might as well die.

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"Then that performance happened.
My temperature was terribly high—
I was sick, yet my parents forced me to play.
Midway I felt faint, yet as I looked to the crowd
searching for any sign of worry, any sign that I could withdraw
on my parents faces,
I was only met with their threatening glares.

Everything was going fine, until the last part of the song.
I was at my limit and I was nauseous, dizzy even.
I was seeing double and pressed the wrong key.

The note was so horrid that it ruined the entire performance.

When we got home I was immediately met with these words that I'll never forget. :
"You're such a useless brat. Don't we give you everything?
That was all you had to do and you messed it up! You bring shame
to this family!".

I contemplated suicide, skipped dinner, and overthought about the situation.

In the end, only one thought resonated within me :
It wasn't my fault, why am I the one being blamed here?"

"I know how you feel."

"You do?"

"It's as if you're never enough...right?"