I want to be independent...

I have never lived on my own... There was always somebody here with me in our house..
Somebody who would wake me up in the morning...
Somebody who would cook my breakfast...
Somebody who would prepare the clothes that I would wear...
Somebody who would fix my bed after waking up in the morning...
Somebody who would prepare the food that I would eat after arriving from school...
Somebody who would clean my room...
Somebody who would fix my things...
In short, there would always be somebody who would do all the things that I can do on my own...
All the simple things that I'm supposed to do all by myself...
I've become so dependent... I rely only on their decisions... their orders..


I was really pampered especially by my grandma ever since I was a child...
They didn't allow me to play outside with the other kids for they were afraid that I would get hurt... I wasn't allowed to play under the rain like the other kids. I wasn't allowed to eat sorbetes and other street foods. Although I was provided with all kinds of toys, I still didn't enjoy my childhood. Material things are just temporary, so is the "happiness" they bring.


I want to be independent...

I want to live alone...

Move out... Rent an apartment, a dorm or something...

... Because they are treating me like a child..

... Because my cousins don't live with their parents anymore..

... Because... My God! I'm turning 16, I think I can handle myself...


And because... I think,, I'll be who I want to be, in my own little space...