Back when I was a kid I believe don't life was simple. But then I left home and found out how wrong I was. Now I didn't always want to leave home. I wanted to stay. I loved my parents but hated them to. The hate didn't come until I dated a boy who came from a messed up life. And after sometime his actions and emotions rubbed off on me. I became angry. And more and more closed. I hated everyone and eveything around me. I argued with my parents more. Talked about way out of line things. And even punched the wall right next to my moms head. When finally I left home myself. Told the story as in my parents being the bad people. Saying I was depressed and my parents just were too mean and didn't care. So there I was all alone. With nothing but what I could carry and no idea of life. I bounced around from place to place. Telling myself I had a plan just to make myself feel better. But after some time. My relationship became physically abusive and I got beat up every day. Kicked, punched, he even tried to stab me. So I eventually got the courage to leave that. Then my next relationship was great and I thought. Alright this is finally it. But I was still a kid. Though by now I had a job, a car, and was paying bills. I was still a kid, in terms of me being immature. I would be impulsive. I'd cry if I didn't get my way. I'd start arguments just for the attention. I wasn't ready for a real relationship. So that ended. And now I live in a house with 6 housemates and got a new job and different car. And it's funny how once I settled down that's when I really got invited back into the family. And that. That's when I learned to be happy. Though I struggle I still find happiness somewhere.
Beautiful picture . I hope things work out for you , a lot of us start out on life's journey thinking we know what we don't. Life's a dance We learn as we go. Becareful
