Everything is shit right now.
My grandmother, my hero, is falling apart at the seams.
My parents refuse to support my dream, and therefore I am once again suffocated into living out strictly what they desire of me as opposed to my vision for my life.
I’m not the person I hoped to be by this point in my life. Why can’t I figure everything out in an organized pattern like everyone else? Why is it taking me so long to live my life?
The one person I want to talk to about all of this won’t talk to me. Well, he talks, but he doesn’t talk. You know?
All I want is a fresh start and I’ve been denied even that.