Who am I?

It was my the last semester of undergrad, and I could feel the school stress weighing down on my shoulders. I can hear all the voices in my head, those that belong to my family and me.

"Majesty, you need to do this."

"Majesty, the medical field is where the money is at."

"Majesty, you need to be financially stable, and the only way you can support your dream is by getting this degree."

All I want to do is write and one day become a well-known author, but no one believes in my dreams.

God. I thought, teary-eyed.

I was currently hiding in the bathroom stall at the school, and the overwhelming feeling of guilt was looming over me. All I wanted to do was pick myself first, but to disappoint everyone around me...I don't know if I can do it. Everyone counted on me to break all these generational curses, but I could feel my self-esteem slowly deteriorating. I am mentally exhausted, and no one understands.