It’s Too Late | October 27th 2007
To think that I was supposed to be in Dubai this very second, this very moment. I hate how things have turned out, hate, hate, hate. All my planning, all my excitement…everything shattered.
I’m not being dramatic.
And to everyone who doesn’t understand, I don’t care. Turns out nobody understood how important this was to me - not even those closest to me.
I’ve stopped believing in, “Good things will come to those who wait, ” and “everything happens for a reason.” I’ve been disappointed one too many times to believe; I’ve lost all forms of hope.
Something my friend Yaz said keeps on resounding in my head, I can’t remember the exact wording he used, but he said something on the lines of: “It’s your fault your parents treat you like this now, you never stood up and fought back when you’re younger.” Now here’s the thing, I’m not supposed to fight back because it’s a lack of disrespect, but at the same time, it just doesn’t seem right to sit there, and tolerate everything. I have a voice, I have an opinion, I should’ve learned to speak up. Now, here I am, a puppet. It’s all my fault.