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?