"To write on"
Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is trying to run my life for me. Like I am insignificant to those who say they care about me most. What about what I want for my life?
Wouldn't my opinion count for something in that case?
I feel quite trapped, honestly.
By work, school, relationships. I feel like I escaped one kind of pressure just to jump into a whole new wave of it, when that isn't what I wanted in the least.
If blogging wasn't such a wonderful form of catharsis to me, I would just quit for awhile. I appreciate all of my followers, but sometimes I feel like I have to censor myself, when I really don't.
Point being-- I really cannot wait to get out of Cabot. Once I'm in Conway, all I need to do is eat, sleep, band...&my other classes. I'll actually probably be blogging more b/c at this point, I feel like hermit-ing just so people might let me live my own life, or lack thereof.
"I am seventeen, going on eighteen,"
I'll take care of myself.
Written a few days ago...just got around to posting it.
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