T H Y

Kathy Le. 17. life.

Notes

Even if it’s called home

I really can’t be myself here. I don’t feel myself.

Why do I have to hide things that express who I am? Why do I have to be criticize for what I like?

I shouldn’t. For once, I’d like to be encouraged to do something other than get good grades. It doesn’t even matter much to me anymore. High school achievement works for some, but one of them isn’t me. I’ve come to be so apathetic towards it, it’s been drilled in my head that this is all there is to life. But I know there’s more, and it’s about that time to leave the nest and explore.