My life is bullshit. some would say I’m lucky, I mean, I got things that all materialistic people want, I’m not poor and I live in a fairly decent house, Even I, a 14 year old girl owns her own summer house. but the things that i have, don’t represent how shitty my life is, every night my mum is screaming and shouting at everyone, me, my sister, my grandma. my father left me at young age, not that I care.
I used to be called a prodigy, on top of everyone else, best scores, ‘teachers pet’, A* everywhere. they called me an artist, a mathematician, […]