I’m supposed to be downstairs reading but i’m here licking honey off a knife.
I’m not happy…not because the honey isn’t awesome or because i don’t like sitting here-none of that.
I just hate the fact that life does not allow me to just sit on my bed and BE nothing.
I hate the fact that i’m supposed to get off this bed and read because my exams are in a month and i honestly don’t know anything.
I hate the fact that nobody asked me if i wanted to be here…nobody took the cue when i was crying on Friday the 13th 1993 to shove me back in my Mummy’s tummy.
I can’t just BE and eat ice-cream and watch movies. Thanks to whoever created school and all these things.
I don’t want to read. But i don’t have a choice. And i hate how we’re born without choices. To the smart person who thinks we do…think about it. Doing what you want might be making the wrong choice and the wrong choice has consequences. In my opinion that’s no choice at all.
For instance, you decide to kill the person that makes your life miserable. This will put you in jail or earn you the death penalty. So in reality, you don’t really have a choice.
Lol….all this is because i don’t want to read. How did i even get here? Smh.