Disappointment

As the rest of my family learns of my medical withdraw, I feel like such a disappointment and failure. I hate being sick. I'd hate to know what they'll think when they find out about my religion. At this point, I already feel like I have to try harder because I'm not straight and my birth kept my parents from their dreams. The guilt of my birth is something I shouldn't have, and my parents told me they wouldn't change anything and never regretted having me, but it's still here. I feel as though I have to succeed and do my very best because I'm going to college for them and myself. I don't want to fail them, even though they said I can't.