Confidence is earned.

Just today, out of rage, my mom blurted out how she thought I was out of control, and how basically my father has given up on me. Sometimes I think of why my mom thinks I am such a failure. I can sense that they are not really proud of what I have become, and I can't really say that I blame them. It's difficult to make people understand what road I am paving for myself. And quite frankly, I think we are all tired and out of patience to actually care or try to understand.

Today, I promise myself that I will get a PhD even if it kills me.

Yesterday, we started talking about marriage and the like. I find it difficult to place where my parents will be when I enter that stage of my life. They will probably not care anymore. They will probably just nod at the thought.