When she was a toddler, she wanted to be a ballerina and dance her little heart out in front of millions to watch and admire. Lessons were too expensive so they gave her books to learn to read.
She's learned the art of reading and writing, but now drawing has captivated her imagination. She spent all her time learning how to draw exquisitely, but to them her academics were more important.
She still continues so they put her on a violin. She hates it and can't play it. She was forced into lessons. She wishes she could break the thing instead and go back to her art or get the dance lessons she always wanted. They don't care, they just want her to be everything they wish they'd have been.
She finally embraced the instrument and started playing better. This is the moment she could finally make her parents proud in the form of a concert. Her dad doesn't show up and her mom is texting throughout the whole thing. The girl is left brokenhearted by the two people who matter most.
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Late Night Thoughts
RastgeleThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
