My room...

Mar 22, 2009 19:04

I remember my mom was telling me, "Do you ever leave your room?" I explained to her that my room was the one place I could go to and escape from all the bullshit. She went on to tell me "You can't take your room with you when you move out." She's right. I started to think about it and I wondered to myself, why is it that I spend so much time in there? Why not the living room? Why not outside? Then it came to me...

My room is the one place in this world where I can do, feel, say whatever I want and have no one to judge me for it. Every time I go into my room I feel this relaxed atmosphere where all the struggles and bullshit of the normal day go away.

I realize that I have some emotional issues that I need to deal with eventually but in my room I am able to deal with whatever comes my way. To answer what my mom says about me not being able to take my room with me when I move, I say that's ok because when I move I'll be on my own and my apartment or whatever I move into will be my place in this world where I can run and hide to where again no one will judge me for what I do, say or feel. Just like my room right now.

I get yelled at by some family members or friends for not showing more emotion or keeping things bottled inside but what else can I do. I'm tired of having YOU judge me for what I think is right for me. So yes, I keep things hidden or inside because it's better that way for me. Do I say that's the best thing? Of course not but I live in a world where people are judged for the smallest things and I HATE that. I'm a strong person today but I still am sensitive.

I'm not in my room right now but I really wish I was. I see the way people stare at me while writing this and are probably thinking "She's in her moods again" no, I'm just tired of YOU talking bullshit about me.

Oh how much longer till I'm in my safe haven????

going off, life

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