The cage

Dear, reader,

I know it may sound a bit dumb or you may say that I’m complaining too much, but, hey, maybe it might be the total opposite.

So what is it this time? oH. You see, I’m a bit tired of being the good girl. And, it's not like I am trying so much for someone other than me, `cause after all it's my future on the line, but I wish I had a bit more freedom. I think it's pretty fu**ed up that my parents don't trust me enough, or maybe they are just too scared to loose me, but that's not very nice of them. They are just using the fact that I love them too much. My grades are good, my behavior too, but I want a bit of a air to breathe. If there is anything I hate that that’s hurting them, so ..

They make me long for the time when I’ll be able to leave the house and the thought of it makes me hate myself `cause really? it's not like I’m a bird in a cage.

Putting that aside, have you heard the story about the bird in a cage? One of the most heart breaking stories out there. For us, who take such a thing as freedom for granted, the story will never be completely solved. That maybe is the beauty of it, the thought of something more. More then our mind is able to see. Just some tiny feeling our heart has recognized.

Still. Thanks for being here. I’m not gone complain anymore. Today. Heh.

* me