I'm grounded by my parents ( C'mon man, I'm 28!) In the name of love and their consideration of my illness, my privilege to go out and play with my friends is withdrawn at the very moment when the doctor judge my health.
Here comes the turning point of my life. Half of my soul has been taken as I considered my friends as my soul mates. They completely filled up my cups more than my parents did their portion. I don't wanna decrease their role as a parents. However, they're still the most important people of my life. Hey. I'm just zooön Politikon, right? I'm just instinctively an animal who like to live within the group. And eventually I'm kinda person who like to enlarge my group.
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick?
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth?
(Taken from "That I Would Be Good" from Alanis Morissette)
A moment after that judgement day, I've been prematurely cut off from several pieces of my own life. Since then, my world consists of only two things: workplace at a daytime, home at a nighttime. My third world that officially deleted is hang out with my friends.
I still can be contacted thou... Keep bonding between voices. I can only imagine their expression through their smiling voices, low tones, or even screaming happiness on the phone. I hope they would visit me and share the laughter not just through the wire.
Now sunshine becomes my best friend. But when it goes down, and the darkness is hanging over my head slowly, here comes the nightmare. It's time to go back to your nest, Danielle, or you never breathe the air in the next morning. When that moment comes, I must rush home while the chill starts to embrace my body. At that time I am no longer fun for my friends. They feel sorry for me. Hey guys, I feel sorry for myself! I don't feel comfortable being in this skin. I am afraid for my own bones. Don't be sorry for me, I beg you all, I felt sorry in the first place I have this body.
I let my parents role my life. If being grounded were the only way out that most possibly they could think about, then let be done. I don't ask much, only understanding and trust that I can take care of myself. Here, I live alone but it doesn't mean I can run my own life. Across the sea, they drew a circle around me and confirm me to stay within that circle. While in the reality, I still live alone, and I will die alone.
I don't wanna be seen as a sick person although I am seriously ill. I still wanna be a cheerful girl facing the future with confidence. I can live my resting days, but why my soul is extremely tired?
9squaresroom, le 29 Octobre 2006
Here comes the turning point of my life. Half of my soul has been taken as I considered my friends as my soul mates. They completely filled up my cups more than my parents did their portion. I don't wanna decrease their role as a parents. However, they're still the most important people of my life. Hey. I'm just zooön Politikon, right? I'm just instinctively an animal who like to live within the group. And eventually I'm kinda person who like to enlarge my group.
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick?
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth?
(Taken from "That I Would Be Good" from Alanis Morissette)
A moment after that judgement day, I've been prematurely cut off from several pieces of my own life. Since then, my world consists of only two things: workplace at a daytime, home at a nighttime. My third world that officially deleted is hang out with my friends.
I still can be contacted thou... Keep bonding between voices. I can only imagine their expression through their smiling voices, low tones, or even screaming happiness on the phone. I hope they would visit me and share the laughter not just through the wire.
Now sunshine becomes my best friend. But when it goes down, and the darkness is hanging over my head slowly, here comes the nightmare. It's time to go back to your nest, Danielle, or you never breathe the air in the next morning. When that moment comes, I must rush home while the chill starts to embrace my body. At that time I am no longer fun for my friends. They feel sorry for me. Hey guys, I feel sorry for myself! I don't feel comfortable being in this skin. I am afraid for my own bones. Don't be sorry for me, I beg you all, I felt sorry in the first place I have this body.
I let my parents role my life. If being grounded were the only way out that most possibly they could think about, then let be done. I don't ask much, only understanding and trust that I can take care of myself. Here, I live alone but it doesn't mean I can run my own life. Across the sea, they drew a circle around me and confirm me to stay within that circle. While in the reality, I still live alone, and I will die alone.
I don't wanna be seen as a sick person although I am seriously ill. I still wanna be a cheerful girl facing the future with confidence. I can live my resting days, but why my soul is extremely tired?
9squaresroom, le 29 Octobre 2006
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