I am so really sick & tired of everything... materialistically speaking, I have everything that I could ever want or need... a very good almost luxurious home, furnished & equipped with all amenities, a mother, sister, maid, car that I drive, pets... in short, everything that makes life great...
And yet, I have nothing... I don't have freedom, liberty, love, self-identity...
I do not have the freedom to do what I want, say what I want or even think what I want...
I do not have the liberty to ask people to change their attitude towards me, which is already based not on respect or love for me, but on the dictates of my family...
I crave for a love where there is mutual understanding, caring, respect and romance... a relationship which will allow me to develop further without being overshadowed by the other person... the kind of love that lifts me from the deepest depths of my despair & takes me the highest pinnacle of euphoria...
How can I expect others to know who or what I am when I myself am confused about my identity... The world knows me only as my mother's daughter or my sister's elder, old, ugly, fat, crazy, eccentric sister...
Who am I really? What am I? Am I just a daughter or a sister? Why can't I be a friend or a lover? Why do rules and regulations exist only for me? Why are the rest exempted?
And yet, I have nothing... I don't have freedom, liberty, love, self-identity...
I do not have the freedom to do what I want, say what I want or even think what I want...
I do not have the liberty to ask people to change their attitude towards me, which is already based not on respect or love for me, but on the dictates of my family...
I crave for a love where there is mutual understanding, caring, respect and romance... a relationship which will allow me to develop further without being overshadowed by the other person... the kind of love that lifts me from the deepest depths of my despair & takes me the highest pinnacle of euphoria...
How can I expect others to know who or what I am when I myself am confused about my identity... The world knows me only as my mother's daughter or my sister's elder, old, ugly, fat, crazy, eccentric sister...
Who am I really? What am I? Am I just a daughter or a sister? Why can't I be a friend or a lover? Why do rules and regulations exist only for me? Why are the rest exempted?
