People can take everything away from you, but they can never take away your truth...
...but the question is, can you handle mine?
I have trouble understanding why people go looking for things that they don't want to know. I don't know why positive messages are twisted into criminal confessions. I don't know why assumptions are made, why contexts are not taken into account, and why living life is taboo. I don't know why I'm supposed to censor myself when I plan on being an author of explicit creative nonfiction. I don't know why I'm worse than any other college student in the world. I don't know why experiencing the world and having friends makes me a bad person. I don't know how I'm sabotaging myself by getting good grades and gaining the friendship and respect of my professors while I simultaneously have a social life. I don't know why honesty is going to ruin my life. When I'm older and have an established career is someone going to come and arrest me because I admitted online somewhere that when I was sixteen I shoplifted a hair clip, or I drank before I was 21 (like everyone else in the previous generation was legally allowed to)?
I don't know what I'm doing wrong here.
But I have a feeling that everyone will be even more interested in my new blog.
Oh, and Kaui Hart Hemmings is my total hero. Here's her blog [since you obviously like reading blogs]:
http://partywithaninfant.blogspot.com/
She's a famous author and talks openly about her life. But I suppose it's okay once you're an adult.
Oh wait...
I have trouble understanding why people go looking for things that they don't want to know. I don't know why positive messages are twisted into criminal confessions. I don't know why assumptions are made, why contexts are not taken into account, and why living life is taboo. I don't know why I'm supposed to censor myself when I plan on being an author of explicit creative nonfiction. I don't know why I'm worse than any other college student in the world. I don't know why experiencing the world and having friends makes me a bad person. I don't know how I'm sabotaging myself by getting good grades and gaining the friendship and respect of my professors while I simultaneously have a social life. I don't know why honesty is going to ruin my life. When I'm older and have an established career is someone going to come and arrest me because I admitted online somewhere that when I was sixteen I shoplifted a hair clip, or I drank before I was 21 (like everyone else in the previous generation was legally allowed to)?
I don't know what I'm doing wrong here.
But I have a feeling that everyone will be even more interested in my new blog.
Oh, and Kaui Hart Hemmings is my total hero. Here's her blog [since you obviously like reading blogs]:
http://partywithaninfant.blogspot.com/
She's a famous author and talks openly about her life. But I suppose it's okay once you're an adult.
Oh wait...