I am too handsome and troubled. 500-word essay

Recently, I have been very distressed. I felt so much psychological pressure that I could hardly breathe.

I don’t want to grow up. I often think of things from my childhood and miss the happy life in kindergarten. In kindergarten, I don’t have to attend classes or do homework; I don’t have to play the piano or play the clarinet; and I don’t have to take up English, Mathematical Olympiad, and composition classes outside of my weekend breaks. As long as you eat well, sleep well, and play well, it's "OK". Now, apart from eating and sleeping, I study, play the piano and the clarinet every day. I tried to give up some extracurricular subjects, but I was not willing to give up any of them. I didn't want to give up halfway. tired! tired! tired! Physically and mentally exhausted!

I miss my brother, I really do. However, he is thousands of miles away in Beijing, and there is no way to see him. When my brother is at home, I can talk to him about what is on my mind, and I can complain to him about my sufferings. My brother would always tell me about his experiences as a child and comfort me and help me in his own unique way. Now I can only bury my grievances and troubles deeply in my heart. Sometimes, I try to talk to my parents, but the result is always not what I want. bitter! bitter! bitter! It’s miserable!

In the past, starting from Monday, I looked forward to having Saturday, Friday and Sunday off. Because on weekends, in addition to the homework I have done, I can spend most of my time playing with the children in the yard. Starting from the summer vacation after my second grade, I didn't have this kind of "preferential" treatment. From that moment on, I never went to the yard downstairs again and played crazily with my friends. At first, there were many children downstairs calling me to come downstairs to play. But I have to do my homework, play the piano, and play the clarinet. I have endless things to do and no time to go down. As time went by, no one called me downstairs anymore. Annoying! Endless trouble!

My mother always said: "Child, learn more knowledge when you are young, learn the piano and clarinet well, and do not be overwhelmed by your art. When you grow up in the future, go to a good university, and the pressure in life will be less. Some. "I am only nine years old, how long do I have to study?" How many more years do I have to study?

I am so distressed, do I know what to do? I want to discuss it with my parents and find a reasonable way to eliminate my worries. I am not an ignorant, playful, bad boy. I want to be a good child and live and study relaxedly and happily. Am I asking too much? Can my parents understand me and help me?