I'll be honest, compared to many of these other tragic stories my may seem insignificant. But the simplicity is in "I" hate my life. I am 18 and my parents are very successful. I go to a good college and probably will make loads of money with my family's connections. But none of that means shit to me. I am alone. No one i have ever met can relate to me. I can relate them, but never the opposite way. I have taught myself how to conform for society, how to behave in front of my parent's friends, how to impress nearly anyone. they look and say "well isn't that a great young man." But they don't know me. not the real me. the real me has been dead for years. | |
They haven't gotten a name for "no one know the real me", I wish they had. It sucks not being understood, you miss that connection with someone even if you've never known it.
It's just the way people are. It's like a pain - you usually notice only the greatest one you have in your body. And getting rich does not usually makes you happy, just brings another problems at front.
Now I work for about 9 months to fund my travels and every March I leave for travelling.
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