Life?

 

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.