How I long for it. To be able to come and leave as I please. To be able to voice my opinion without the fear of punishment in return. How I yearn to grab my things and run. But what would that accomplish? My life ruined. All my hard work for nothing. It would just add more choas to my choatic life. So I sit and wait for the day my freedom will come. The day where punishment doesn't linger over my every word. The day I can walk away from the choas and never look back.
March 28, 2010