Nothing I do is ever enough.

I’ve always been the "ideal child"—top of my class, never demanding gifts, never throwing tantrums. I watched my cousins play with expensive gadgets while I just stood there, dreaming. They gamed, ate out, had fun. I stayed home, barely allowed 10 minutes of screen time.

My parents finally let me join a cricket academy, but I was held back for missing a single summer month each year. Then came the pandemic. I never grew socially. Now, in 10th grade, I still look like a 7th grader. No real friends.

And the worst part? My parents.
My sister somehow got 87% without studying, so now they expect me to top everything. I study all day, but they think I’m slacking. They put me in an expensive tuition (only this year, unlike rich kids who started early), but it’s just draining my time.

I’ll probably score ~95%, yet I already know—it won’t be enough.

They yell at me for everything.
Not socializing? My fault.
Not growing taller? My fault.
Not exercising? My fault (but also, get top marks??).
Forgetting tiny things? Endless scolding.

I’m tired. I feel stuck in this rat race. I don’t know what to do anymore.

I just needed to let this out. Please, someone tell me it gets better.