I feel that I like a parasite, right now, I live on my parents’ bodies, in future I will live on someone’s.
Until now, I still curl up in my dream and don’t want to open my eyes to see the world around me, actually I’m refusing to grow up, refusing accept that I’m an adult now.
In my mind, I have no concept for my life, I just like living in a fairy world, parents will never die, friends will always young. I like a flower live in a greenhouse, I can’t bear a little hurt from outside, I can’t live without my parents, I can’t bear my friends’ leaving. I live in my dream, don’t want to wake up.
Maybe someday someone who can tell me something like this: wake up, you are a grown man, look the people around you, your parents are older, your friends have grown up now, and so do you, everything is change now.
Then, I open my eyes hardly, and look around, I feel confuse, and helpless. Why? Why? Why? Why is the growth of childhood asked for such like this?
And at last I ask myself: who I am? Where I came from? Where I’m going? What is I want to do? I know I’ll spend a long time to find the answers, and I know if I find out the answers. I will be myself. A person who really grow up.
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