domingo, 22 de enero de 2012

Wait for the right time.

I don't know what is happening to me, but i'm sick of bear my family, specially my mother.
She criticizes the way i dress, the way i comb my hair.... looks like everything i do is wrong. 
Right now i'm closed in my room trying to study Hitler and nazism. It's a sunny morning  and i'm closed in my room... great... I'm used to study in the afternoon (so i'm doing nothing, well writing here ), and i'm just thinking in all the things i have to hear about me at home. Most of them aren't bad, but i can't handle it. Why don't they let me do MY things MY way.! The only way to stop this is leaving home. Lately i've been thinking a lot about this. Leaving home and never come back. I would really like to go  to the USA, a lot of people tell me that i should be born in america, but i'm spanish. The problem is that i'm only 16 and i can't leave home now, i'll have to wait... Another problem is that i'm "afraid"  of talking to my mother about how i feel, you know my problem with insecurity...
The only person who understands me is my father. We have never talked a lot together, but now i'm getting used to it. Last week i told him about my idea of being an actor, and he totally understood me, and that is great.
Thank you Paula Quilez for listening to me.

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