That knot in my stomach can be soothed by a couple of sit-ups.
The sit-ups are done and I sit and wait for the pain to subside. The pain is a good pain, it makes me feel like I am alive again and not just another piece of the dancing singing crap of the world. I cant stand the idea of going back home.
Home is a place where I never want to be. I’m running away from being that girl whom people expect to care about the well fare of her family. The truth is that I really don’t know what I’m doing at University, I have no idea what I want to be and I have no drive to really make it big.
What do they expect from me?
Do they know that by them pinning their ever long hopes on a stoner like me will just lead to fucked up emotional throw up?
The sit-ups are done and I sit and wait for the pain to subside. The pain is a good pain, it makes me feel like I am alive again and not just another piece of the dancing singing crap of the world. I cant stand the idea of going back home.
Home is a place where I never want to be. I’m running away from being that girl whom people expect to care about the well fare of her family. The truth is that I really don’t know what I’m doing at University, I have no idea what I want to be and I have no drive to really make it big.
What do they expect from me?
Do they know that by them pinning their ever long hopes on a stoner like me will just lead to fucked up emotional throw up?
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