My mom, without knowing anything, would simply make threats that she'll throw all of my manuscripts if I don't follow her. Those pieces of papers which she burned at the backyard were my dreams. Those were papers who made me hope— the ones that gave me strength. Yet she burned it. Just because I don't do what they wanted me to do.
My dad, he's the quiet type who made a promise to buy me a piano so I can practice well. Years had passed, still nothing.
My brothers, yes, the favorite ones. They can just get what they want.
And me...I also hate myself for being too good.
I used the pain to motivate myself to be better. My hatred fueled me to survive this rough world. And if given a chance, I'll leave this house and be free.
Like a bird freed from cage.
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Diary of an Introvert
RandomStay tuned to her boring adventures if you're free. arigato! Please read the WARNING before going through the chapters. I don't want to disappoint you. (Highest Rank #3 in Introvert, #3 in Prose, #41 poetry as of November 2018 😊)
