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Monday, November 19, 2018

someone who is not me

Its one of those days growing up and confused between keep going on being who you are or following other people expect u to become. First of all I am not perfect Iam so far of what so called perfect our society think. Sometimes I wonder what would happen to me if I grow up in stable environment like every other teenager. What if I never went to dormitory school and live with my parents. Following the rules at home and never have a freedom to think just like I did growing up without my parents or family around.
 I literally been separating from my family since I was in 6 grade and I was just a kid who trying to survive with all the circumtances. I see things differently from people at home who expect me to be like they want. The perfect religious and successful lady. I never said Iam not religious I am a believer, I pray, I don't go to wrong path from religion regulation. But I am just not the same. I live far away from my family I met diverse people and circumtance that built me to be open minded.
there are so many things I want to do. but I stuck in situation where I want to be approved the way my family and friends want me to be. I want to do something or I like something that the people around me cannot accept. I am growing inside the bubble I could easily pop up but I am afraid to be alone. I cannot stand in my own feet because I have nothing. everything I own is not mine. my education, my body, my mind. its shaped and own by these people that been taking care of me physically. if I breakthrough and becoming who I really is I would be ungrateful human being. but if keep playing their games I could never find a peace. I will always be sad and have to live as someone I am not.
why do I have to be vulnerable and have a fragile heart? I could just take a step and have my own voice and tell them what I really feel and wanted. but its not just gonna hurt them but me. I don't want to hurt anybody but at the same time I still wanna be free. I just hope someday I find miracle and have privilege  to stand on my own feet. not somebody else daughter, somebody else sister, somebody else niece, somebody else's someone but becoming my own self.

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