No, stop. Stop it. Stop expecting more of me. I know you believe in me, but I don't. I don't believe in myself. Your high expectation of me is pressuring me. Its heavy. A heavy burden. Please stop. Stop. Stop. You don't know how I felt to be tortured by my own anxiety. I have said stop, but you never did stop pressuring me with your harsh expectations. Stop pressuring me by bragging of my nonexistent achievements to everyone you meet. Please stop. You don't know how burnt out I am. How many hobbies I quitted. How many hours wasted crying. How many appointments and gatherings I intentionally skipped. How many job interviews I ditched. Please,.. stop.