I did not chose to be born into the family but I am. I now embrace the fact that my family responsibility is part of mine to shoulder; I don’t have to like it… I only have to do what is needed when it is needed.
I foresee how it would end before it even started, my best friend often ask me why did I even bother trying in the first place. In all actuality, I don’t have an answer for that; maybe I am just rebellious by nature…
This is how I weave my story.
Type “do the harlem shake” in the Youtube search bar
Breeze of grey memories
Sometimes there are memories better left alone than to stir it up… reading old emails/text/pictures and a bunch of things that I should have learn to format it away rather than backing it up into 2 HDDs couldn’t be the worst idea to torture myself…
Here I am again… Too much of it since the pandora box opened up and all the grey memories resurface. Maybe I bottled it so much that once it was opened, I just no longer have any control over it.
People are born to be judgmental. They judge you differently and trying to live up to everyone expectation is literally impossible in the modern days… because there are even more to be judge now.