Last Day in House
Tomorrow will be the last day I'll be spending at this place. I refuse to call it a home. I am writing this now because tomorrow night I'll be busy packing my things to leave. I can't believe I"m doing this.
I am brave. I'm going against what has been forced upon me, that family first, even if the individual suffers. I am smarter than that.
I am writing my own book. In the first twenty one years, the book of me has been written by my parents. I regret those years. I'm taking back my life. I need to figure out my life as my own, not go the easy route and let people decide for me. It's easy, but it doesn't turn out the way I want it to.
I'm just free writing at this point and I hope that this action that leaves me vulnerable to the world, despite K's family, is going to be enough to carve my own path.
I am leaving behind a note. It's what they should have known, should have figured out themselves, but they weren't paying attention. I realize how much this action will cause this family to explode but I made this decision for my own well being. If I'm wrong, I am strong enough, smart enough, to live my own life. It's scary because the future is totally unknown, no more school schedule, no more parents trying to set me up with guys. This is it. This is mine.
I am going to make friends. I am going to be strong enough to walk away from bad situations, from incompatible situations, and go toward the people and places that offer me a chance to grow and mature. I don't know what my life would be like if I had submitted to my parents, how cold and alone I'd feel. But the opportunity is here. I'm getting out. I'm going to a safe, warm place where people are so eagerly awaiting me, where they are already extending their hand to a stranger. Here we go people.
I am brave. I'm going against what has been forced upon me, that family first, even if the individual suffers. I am smarter than that.
I am writing my own book. In the first twenty one years, the book of me has been written by my parents. I regret those years. I'm taking back my life. I need to figure out my life as my own, not go the easy route and let people decide for me. It's easy, but it doesn't turn out the way I want it to.
I'm just free writing at this point and I hope that this action that leaves me vulnerable to the world, despite K's family, is going to be enough to carve my own path.
I am leaving behind a note. It's what they should have known, should have figured out themselves, but they weren't paying attention. I realize how much this action will cause this family to explode but I made this decision for my own well being. If I'm wrong, I am strong enough, smart enough, to live my own life. It's scary because the future is totally unknown, no more school schedule, no more parents trying to set me up with guys. This is it. This is mine.
I am going to make friends. I am going to be strong enough to walk away from bad situations, from incompatible situations, and go toward the people and places that offer me a chance to grow and mature. I don't know what my life would be like if I had submitted to my parents, how cold and alone I'd feel. But the opportunity is here. I'm getting out. I'm going to a safe, warm place where people are so eagerly awaiting me, where they are already extending their hand to a stranger. Here we go people.