What kind of life am I living?
When I can't love the things I love,
I can't do the things I want to do?
I want to be free.
To breathe air without fear.
To live everyday without hesitation.
To just laugh as loud as I want to without having to think something's bad gonna happen later.
To wake up every single friggin day not bothering about anyone's expectations except mine.
And they aren't complicated, trust me.
I want to smile to everyone without faking.
I want to explore wonders. Freely.
I can't wait to escape. Leave this place and go somewhere far.
It's not that I'm not grateful. I am. Very grateful.
I know I'm gonna miss all of this when it's gone. I will miss them dearly.
But for once. For once.