Graduating

I'm so freaking tired. I'm so tired and sick of it all. What the hell did you expect? I'm not Albert Einstein or Stephen hawking I'm not a freakin' genius. I forget things often. I have a hard time concentrating. I have a hard time going to sleep. If you wanted to choose my freaking course and freaking college then why don't you attend yourselves?
I'm done. I've done everything I could to please you. Can't you see I barely know myself anymore? Why can't I live my own life? Is everybody raising me for the sake of my own future or so that I can be saddled with them to support them until the either of us dies?
I wanted MMA. I get it. It's unsuitable because it's not wise for the future. I'll be unemployed and poor, i get that. So, what do you want me to take?
"Choose what you like." I did, you didn't like it. It's a poor job.
"Choose what you're good at." I like drawing and writing and I'm fairly good at it.
"Yes, but they're not good choices because they are poor jobs (plus there are tons of people better than you.)"
Okay. O-freakin-kay.
How about IT!? There's a one hundred percent passing rate and you get a job right after and it pays well!!! And it's credited abroad!
"Yes, but get a job in health will you? It'll be good in Australia. None of your studies here will be credited in Australia. TRUST US. Never mind that you're irrationally afraid of it. Get over it."
Do you want to hear me cuss? 'Cause that's how you get me to FREAKIN' cuss at you control freaks. What the hell will I do in Australia? Huh? Am I in Australia? Tell me when I'll go to Australia? you don't know? Nah, you must be kidding me. You guys know everything, RIGHT?
IF YOU WANTED ME TO GET A JOB IN AUSTRALIA THEN I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED IN AUSTRALIA WHICH COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF WE STILL LIVED THERE!!!
Oh, my bad. I don't know anything so excuse me.
I'm so done I just want to cry but I don't. I've forgotten how to and I'm not allowed to.
Who am I?