Once upon a time a me has came to this old world. my dad and mom decided that they could take a kid's responsibility like they haven't had enough going on in their lives. with that, a new project: "me" has begun to construct.
I remember everything ever since a few years ago when I started kindergarten. I achieved my awareness early but never got to grow up. I still like the same colors and still get on top of the moon listening to my childhood favourite songs. Of course when I'm in the mood, other than those times I'm the unapproachable type. I spend my days around the same draft. Except little changes now and then, I enjoy my ordinary life.
Maybe my mom and dad taught me this type of life but this doesnt always has to be bad right?
Nothing much interesting has happened since I started kindergarten but things I had were enough to tie me to the life. I started ballet with my mom's request when I got to elementary school ages. After that for both my academic success and my father's desire to grow me up to become a mathematics brilliant I started taking private lessons on maths. I was always a good student. I had every opportunity I needed academically. Didn't have much to complain about, because of that I had an average childhood.
As my age grew older my attitude grew bigger. I had a hard time blending in. I had realised the flowing life just then. Yes, it wasn't late but when that realisation hits you feel like you wasted a whole life doing nothing. Well If I'm saying all that, how old can I possibly be?
I will become 18 in 13th march. Im in a huge disgrace for the life that I couldnt get to achieve much in. Thats why I'm in the office of Mrs. Hemingway. She's been someone I talk about many things for 2 years now. I dont have big problems to deal with, just my rebellion and hate to this world and myself. Maybe it's a big deal, I'll let you be the judge of that. Sometimes I Feel disgrace to the cereal I eat in the morning, the series I watch and my parents but thats also a part of life isn't it? Today I told everything I have done from start of the month to what I ate for breakfast and when I showered to Mrs. Hemingway as always, so she can try to make assumptions about my condition. Such an empty talk. Even thought I say that I don't have a problem, my parents think otherwise. They say that my attitude has a psychological meaning. After the session is over, I returned to my dad who's sitting at the waiting room. Each month either my mom or dad takes a day off to come here with me. I still dont understand why they do this and how they can have this much days off.
After I leave Mrs Hemingway's office, my dad greets me with a smile and asks "how did it go?" I reply with "good, as always." And then my dad requests that we pick up some cookies on the way back. We go to a bakery or straight back to home depending on my response. My mom says that I should be gratefull for those things. I agree with her, it's just that I dont feel like it. Today I decided I didn't want any cookies so we went back home quikly. My mom welcomed us and I went upstairs saying that I will rest for a while in my room. If there is one thing I am gratefull for, it's that I have my own room. When I entered my room, I laid on my bed and turned on a The Neighborhood mix from my phone. As I closed my eyes, my phone light up with a notification.
It was a message from an unknown number.