I want to go places and do things with my life. To do that, to explore the world, you need MONEY. Society forces us to live up to standards and work crappy jobs just to survive. I don’t want to live in one place forever. I don’t know what to do. My friends think I’m dumb, my parents think I’m unreasonable, and I get absolutely nowhere when I talk to them about it. I feel so trapped all of the time. I can’t stand doing nothing, yet I have no motivation to do anything.
I dream. All of the time. To be honest, it’s the only reason why I’m still alive. The small, illogical thought, that I can be somewhere else, that I could be happy, is why I’m alive. I’m holding on to the last bit of hope I have. The moment that fails to give me hope, I’m going to collapse. Everything is going to fall on top of itself, and I won’t be able to get back up. God, all I want is to be happy, why is it so hard. You’re always told as a kid that anything is possible, but it’s not. Reality is the weight on my back, making it harder, and harder for me to keep going. I need to make a change.
Another thing. I hate when people “break the news” to me. Give me reality, when I’m dreaming and I’m happy.
What can I do. For living in the land of the free, it sure doesn’t feel free.