How long.....?
How long before we can be on our own....?
I want my freedom...
freedom to express myself,
freedom to scream and shout,
freedom to defy authority....
freedom to mess up my own room
freedom to not do anything
I don't want to ask for permission for everything... but apparently I have to... but Why should I? (see? it goes on and on... my life in this place is just so conflicted)
So much for Liberty in America...
Don't think i ever felt this trapped before...
My sister is frustrated... I'm frustrated....
Damn.... how long before we can get away from here?
I sound like a damn ungrateful brat whinning....
"Look at all the good things you've got..."
Yes, I've got a roof over my head, bills paid for, transportation... but at what cost?
I think I sound crazy when I say this... but I think a part of myself is slowly dying away as I start to conform....
I hate the person I am now... thought I can go anywher, do anything... but now I'm so full of self-doubt....
It's like permanently having a bad day.... it goes on and on.... and worse now it's gettin monotonous...
