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Duped.

Life has turned out extremely different than what I expected growing up. I feel cheated and lied to. Manipulated might be a better word. Misled? I hate adulthood. This isn’t what I expected at all.

Maybe the movies I watched growing up are to blame. Or, it could’ve been the books I submerged myself in during that awkward adolescent to adult transition. Perhaps it was the songs that I resonated with? Music has always been my therapy…

I’m not sure what happened. All I know is that these artists told such beautiful stories that I believed my life was a part of the plot. Those stories set expectations for me which presented themselves as hopes and dreams.

I’m finally understanding that I wasn’t a part of their stories. And I don’t like it. Time to write my own story, I guess?

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