I never really felt that I fit in that mold. You know? the perfect child. Beautiful daughter. Smart and a great wife.

Because that's what everyone wants me to be like - graduate, get a job, marry, have children, dedicate my life to a string of pointless and useless things and miss out on the opportunities I want to take because I have a child to take care of. Or a husband to make food for when he comes home late at night...

That,

I don't want to be a duplicate of my sister. I mean, I love her and all but that's just not me you know? I'm far from perfect, no where near it. happily ever afters and sh*t like that. It never happens in the real world - at least not for me. I remember when I used to believe it all. The days when I didn't have to worry about my future, or whether I would get a good job. Now I just want to runaway, get away from all this. I'm sick of the same routine everyday. Do this do that. Everything for everyone but myself - but I still do it. After my mum died a few years ago everything's different. The only thing constant in life is change. She was my mother, my sister, my bestfriend - all in one. I just can't take it anymore. And thats why I'm doing what I'm doing today...