Am I just insane?
No, I think not. I think I am the sane one stuck in a household full of depressed, disturbed, punishing people. A house made up of humans who either hate when others are happy or are too busy with their own selfish cares to be bothered.
People who say they know best and yet are stuck in this dead end, miserable, unfulfilling life. I am supposed to listen to them, to learn from these people who have failed to make the most of the life they were given. I’m supposed to follow in their footsteps.
I will not. I wish to dream, fight and struggle my way to the top, escaping this horrid life, and these equally horrid people who I am unfortunately related to.
I am robbed of my life as it is. I cannot date. I cannot see friends. I cannot get a job. I cannot have any social relations. I cannot alter my hair or my body. I cannot read or watch what is not approved. I cannot create. I cannot reach out. I cannot breathe in these stifled conditions.
The one thing I can do is go to college and I had to fight tooth and nail for that luxury. Most people go to college for a career. I go to gain my freedom.
Someday I will be free.
I have never done wrong. I have never disobeyed. I have always cooperated. Now I am not sure why I ever bothered. Why be responsible when I cannot be trusted? Why be friendly when I cannot make friends? Why be compassionate if I can never love? Why should I dream if I cannot fulfill them?
Soon, I will be free. I promise myself. I will live life different. I will be creative. I will take risks and experience new things. I will not be afraid because nothing if more terrifying than stifled life I have lived so far.
I am an adult, not a child. I only wish to be treated like someone who can be trusted.
Someday I will be free.
No, I think not. I think I am the sane one stuck in a household full of depressed, disturbed, punishing people. A house made up of humans who either hate when others are happy or are too busy with their own selfish cares to be bothered.
People who say they know best and yet are stuck in this dead end, miserable, unfulfilling life. I am supposed to listen to them, to learn from these people who have failed to make the most of the life they were given. I’m supposed to follow in their footsteps.
I will not. I wish to dream, fight and struggle my way to the top, escaping this horrid life, and these equally horrid people who I am unfortunately related to.
I am robbed of my life as it is. I cannot date. I cannot see friends. I cannot get a job. I cannot have any social relations. I cannot alter my hair or my body. I cannot read or watch what is not approved. I cannot create. I cannot reach out. I cannot breathe in these stifled conditions.
The one thing I can do is go to college and I had to fight tooth and nail for that luxury. Most people go to college for a career. I go to gain my freedom.
Someday I will be free.
I have never done wrong. I have never disobeyed. I have always cooperated. Now I am not sure why I ever bothered. Why be responsible when I cannot be trusted? Why be friendly when I cannot make friends? Why be compassionate if I can never love? Why should I dream if I cannot fulfill them?
Soon, I will be free. I promise myself. I will live life different. I will be creative. I will take risks and experience new things. I will not be afraid because nothing if more terrifying than stifled life I have lived so far.
I am an adult, not a child. I only wish to be treated like someone who can be trusted.
Someday I will be free.
