Okay
I know I might be starting this on a wrong note but I hate my
life, and I hate it because I have to work hard, I have to get a job, I must do
the chores or the people I love will hate me and say stuff to me that’ll make
me cry, I want to buy hand bags and clothes and accessories, makeup items and
creams, meals and desserts, enjoy my life and go to places but for that I need
money and again I don’t have a job and my parents are not billionaires, and
even if they have enough money to give me they don’t want to give me, because
to them my spending’s are unwanted or useless or just wasting money. And I want
to run away, I want to live in the city where there is this rush and everyone
you meet just takes you along to a new path in life, where you never thought you
could be and every turn takes you to a new adventure, an excitement and this
spontaneous feeling that drives you through in life and you’re not worried
about your family or friends or how you look or who is who and what to do and
all that nonsense. For once I want to live and dive deep into this world where
life exists in its glory and for what it is.
I want to live, just live.
