Parents have hopes & dreams. But they decided to take the wrong path by letting love get the best of them and destroy it by starting a family. They have kids. Kids whom they want them to fulfill the hopes & dreams which they failed to reach. Kids whom they discipline and shape to follow the path they failed to take. As the first child, I have endured their highest expectations of me for far too long. I am exhausted of reaching the dreams of theirs instead of mine. I have not been doing well in terms of my physical being due to such extent of pressure. I am sick. Mentally & physically. I hope this does reach to a level where life is meaningless to me. & i decide to do something radical and out of my mind.


Somebody shut her ass up.