Me, a 16 year old ******, atleast i think i am, always brushed off my stressors and depression-activators aside…. i never gave a 2nd look to why i am sad. I endured it. I always thought, if I thought about why i am so unhappy with my life, maybe I’ll take some sort of action towards fixing or mending this apparent hole in my life. Being Indian gives me a life full of culture… values… family. From day 1, I have been taught to be the perfect being my parents could wish for. I don’t want to be the perfect being they want me to be. I want to be like everyone else. I don’t want to force myself to bring home straight A’s or make my parents the happiest they are. Its too much for me. But me trying harder and harder has put this feeling of commitment to my family to be set in stone. If i tell my parents that i am a ******, an abomination that likes the same sex, they would be heart-broken. I can’;t see my parents heartbroken. I would rather die then see my mother cry at what I am. I would rather endure being burned alive for 5 hours straight then face my mother, when she knows that i am what she never wanted me to become. I don’t want her to see what i truly am. But i want to belong.