My day,
My life,
Me
It is pretty green in this place I call home. (Taken with instagram)
A million miles from home, I’m walking ahead. I’m frozen to the bones, I am a soilder on my own, I don’t know the way.
Woodkid, Iron
“Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t want to live there”
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Poor trapped Sparrow ):
And now the metaphor makes even more sense.
My parents are just after lecturing me on how university changed me. Apparently I’m loud now, and it’s a bad thing. But more than that they also wish to impose a curfew on me. My illness is used as justification for the fact that I cannot decide myself when to go to sleep. I also did not get enough fresh air in Maynooth and that’s why I have this illness, yes, sure that’s logical…
This is why I was dreading coming home. Ugh, just wait till we start fighting about religion again. It may sound petty, but for a while at least I could decide how my life went. Now, now I have to submit to the rules of people who still treat me like a little boy. In their eyes I couldn’t handle my year away from them because I got ill, and arguing with them is like arguing with a brick wall.
It’s going to be a long summer!
You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable,
You are not a robot,
You’re loveable, so loveable,
But you’re just troubled…
I Am Not A Robot, Marina And The Diamonds
