Practically everywhere, my home, in school, in church, with friends, with families, with enemies, with dumbass, I AM SO CONTROLLED BY THEM. Hate them, dislike them.
Procrastinating. So what? Nothing comes out of it.
Life, or Death? Which has more freedom? Neither. I live between both.
Freedom. Everyone has it. Why not me? Why am I being controlled even by the slightest decision I make? I'm too young to make decisions? Or is it too immature? Is this some kind of constructive comments, made indirectly? Or is it just some critiques? I have to accept this controls, don't I? What if I don't?
Rejection. Neglection. You name it.
What am I currently being under controlled of?
-My sleeping time.
-My CCA
-My studies
-My project
-My money
-Money, I spent
-Food I eat
-My friends
-Models I make
-Pictures I draw
-The way I talk
-The way I behave
-The place I have to go
-My room
-My privacy
-MY LIFE
HATE THESE.HATE EVERYTHING.LOVE NOTHING.LIFE _____.
(fill in the blank, if you wish)
Ad: Are you relevant?
Me: No. Never.
All right. Goodbye. (Jumps). (Plops dead). From the seventh floor.
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