I've put so much pressure on myself to be a certain way, act a certain way, and look a certain way to the point where I feel like I have such an identity crisis. I'm in constant battle of being who I am and being someone everyone else wants me to be. It's even harder when my parents and society have different expectations of me. I feel exhausted. I feel like living alone helped me discover myself but being back home only brought me back a few hundred steps from the progress I was already making. Now I almost forgot what I was like and how I felt in Arizona. I wish I still journaled during that time.