Messed Up

Messed Up

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 19, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
I lived conforming with the social rules, project the best possible person the society deemed as pleasing, nice and smart. Hopes of creating a life greater and far better, is everything that is injected in my intellect long as I can remember. All things I do is to create a name free from influence and offer it to my parents, so they can boast with pride and tell every soul that I am their daughter and they are my parents. In that moment, when you realize that growing is not only about getting bigger and taller. I started to feel an unknown void inside, giving me an incomplete life to live with most tears in every night. I am perplexed to achieve a feat for every person to have the reason to look-up for me, and yet I don't feel good at all. The stares have gone heavier and heavier. Each praise have become a mess in my consciousness. I can't stop thinking to find an answer, and the never ending search of the labyrinth feeling of unknown. Yet, the answer is as slippery as a thin iced lake. This is a story, My story. Of the world around, and the world I know. Messed up and perfectly carved in all the wrong places.
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OUT NOW! Life is quiet, till it isn't. Change is abrupt and has the tendency of appearing quickly and overwhelmingly. So what else are you supposed to do, rather than detach yourself, just to survive with the change? My life was planned. I had it all written in stone and had accepted what my life would become. I never wanted a life that was very adventurous or challenging. I wanted it to all be as mundane as possible. All of this change has to slow down because I'm not sure how much of it I can handle. I was expecting to live a beige life; nothing exciting or daring, the days would be all the same till they all blended into the other, I would work a desk job and marry a man who would lie and say that he wasn't sexist but then would use microaggressions constantly and who wouldn't understand the word 'no', the normal things in life. That's what I had been prepared for. Though it sure as hell wasn't what I got.

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