EMIly jean

my life was not perfect (and it will probably never be), but it was more than half decent, so no one understood why i had to leave. it wasn't because i was bored with it, because i loved studying biology and i loved my friends and i loved my parents. the thing is, i've never been one to follow the beaten path. i don't think you should let anyone make your decisions for you; that's what my parents had been doing for me my entire life. paving the road that i would follow, making me into this cookie-cutter image of the perfect daughter. i loved them, but it was either i didn't love them enough or my selfishness outweighed everything. no matter what it was, that made me leave the life they'd created for me, the truth is it just wasn't what i wanted.

 

what do i want?

 

i want to sleep in a train compartment and not know where i'd wind up the next day. i want to step outside to the smell of grass and dew. i want every night to be made of neon lights, brighter than the stars. i want to feel the magic gushing in my veins, and i want to show other people that magic.

 

so my life isn't perfect, and it would probably have been better if i'd stayed where i was. but that's a small price to pay for living every day like a dream.

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