Everything was going rather well, better than any time. I traveled and had a great time with friends, good food and fun things.
But as I was returning to reality the familiar void was back. University and all the responsibilities I have now, it really sucks. I wish I could live traveling forever, with my friends and doing the things I love.
I’m about to fail a subject, but I’ll die anyway and I don’t care about uni, so whatever.
I’m considering changing my method of elimination to something where I can still be in one piece after I pass away. A friend of mine will probably help me with giving my corpse a proper rest, so my parents cannot reach for it and do sick things to it. Any suggestions?
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Nothing says you can’t live your life traveling. I’ve got a close friend who does nothing but travel. He works a shitty job for a short period of time, gets people on board to travel, and once he’s got the money he goes all over the place. He’s been to countless 3rd and 1rst world countries. If that’s what you want, do it, nothing is standing in your way. When the end of his finances are near he comes back for 3 or 4 months, then he’s off again.
I envy the kinda person that can live that life, “He’s no good at bein’ uncomfortable so he can’t stop bein’ exactly the same…”
Hey, kamidaka, this may seem irrelevant, but how old are you? You might’ve told me once, but if so, I can’t remember.
I’m 18, but I’m not legally an adult. I have this document my parents got where it says I’m not capable of being an adult, therefore I must stay with them.
I’m a slave, a modern slave, what a bitter joke.
Sorry whisk, you’re so kind and I’m here just rambling.
Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to apologize for. You’re in a Hell that most people wouldn’t have the courage to face everyday. You’re so brave. A beautiful person.
You can ramble to me all you want. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to help. But I will listen.