Did you ever had this feeling? This feeling of being trapped... This feeling of being caged up like a bird, Have you ever felt it?? Like a bird who is in a cage, I want to be freed, I want to fly in the sky, Taste the freedom that I never had, I want to...just be free, Is that too hard to ask? I hate this feeling...I hate this feeling of being trapped. I hate it so much... Allow me to fly... Recently, this is how I feel. I mean, I just want some freedom but well, parents always don't allow that. My parents are a little over protective. They feel like I am too fragile, too ruthless. They fear that if I ever leave my home, I would end up as the dead girl known in the newspapers. They really fear that. Yet, they tell me that one day they will have to let me go. Don't they understand that I am suffocating? Suffocating from their very touch. To make it worse, I inherited my father's travelling soul. I am a person who wants to travel. I CANNOT STAY IN ONE DAMN PLACE!!!! Whenever ...
I been catching up with my friends lately and I am so happy to hear how great they are. It surprises me how much has changed since I last saw them. And then, they ask me, "How am I? How are things?" I realized that all I can say is "I'm fine." I don't have stories to tell. There is no drama in my life. Everything is going relatively well. I go to classes and enjoy my classes. I watch what I like to watch and enjoy it. I read what I read and enjoy it. Point is, I do what I do and I enjoy it. And everything is going well. And so, I just find it interesting I have no stories to tell about my life. It's very simple. But the most important thing is that I feel happy. And I do. It's like there's a certain kind of inner peace. So yea.
High School has loads of drama.. Never ending drama. Heck, life's dramatic. " All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. " -William Shakespeare- 1. Newspaper drama. My school had a collecting newspaper competition and laid a $100 as the grand prize. MY class, 5 Opal wanted the money so immediately, we got newspapers to compete. Soon, we were WINNING and we were all happy. I guess that the the first class, 5 Agate didn't like that. So they started piling up newspaper. MY class thought we were gonna lose and we were sad...BUT we continued to pile newspapers to win. However, my assistant monitress, S, realise that 5 Agate was cheating. GASP. Yea, they kinda were. They were double and triple entrying the amount of newspapers they had. But because we had no proof. We shut up. THEN, *insert drumrolls* they were caught cheating. 5 Agate ...
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Just see a few words ... sleep already ..
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