Is it because of my thighs, my quick wit, my cynicism and intense criticism of all things life? Is it because I laugh too much, whine too much or focuse too little on certain things in life? Or could it be my astounding independence? Is it because of all of these things or any of these things that I can't seem to make it work.
Things are just not getting better. I won't say they are getting worse because I know what worse feels like. They are just not getting better. Sad, but true.
My home used to be this place I could run to after a hard day at work and dealing with the world and just sink into my thoughts, and reflect and plot and laugh, and curse and drink, and just generally be what I can't outside. But now, it's always something with my mum. Always something. Since Sunday she's been moody about nothing and I tried to avoid her the first couple of days, going on my own, went to see Slumdog Millionaire, went window shopping at the mall. It was fun. But lately I just feel like being at home instead of out in the cold and I can't because she just makes it tense.
I feel like running away. Going someplace and not telling my family, not telling anyone, just go there, go back to school, try to become a lawyer in Iceland. It can't be that hard. And just start a home for myself away from all the pressure. I wish I had the means to do that. This should be a free world, devoid of governments and immigration laws. People should be allowed to go live in whatever country they want to, make a home for themselves and try to live their lives there if they choose to. A free world.
How do you think Iceland is this time of year?
1 comment:
Why iceland, why not America?
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