Life is boring for me as for I am still a kid. I have to obey and not order, I am not free and nothing takes my interest anymore. I live everyday hoping I will grow up soon for then I am freed from my shackles that holds me back. But then I realize I still have years to be freed. I cannot imagine how I will live those years nor can I imagine how my life will be after. I wish to give up but I fear suicide, I am afraid not because I fear death but because I fear what comes after.
They laugh at me because I’m different. I laugh at them because they’re all the same.
Good job in telling us
