Alissandra DeLuna

if only tomorrow could wait. if only the future wasn’t so close. if only time could stand still, just for this moment… while there’s just you and me.

I Can’t Wait to Get Out of Here

i can’t wait to get out of this place. i want to move the fuck on with my life.

i hate this town. it’s small and insignificant. unmemorable and easily forgettable. a form of containment i’m forced to live in.

school is like a jail. i’m surprised i don’t get chained up at the door, i mean, we’re all already in uniforms. people are immature as fuck with all their petty samaritan drama when no one really gives a damn. NO ONE.

at the moment, home feels empty. i feel so old yet i’m still so young. young enough to not be allowed to do shit. when everything must be a forced rule, living in a dictatorship. don’t get me wrong, i appreciate everything i’m blessed with and my family. BUT as a constantly overly restrained teenager i can’t not complain about my lack of freedom.

i hate not having any freedom. i hate how everything must be planned, like a fucking plan out my whole evening…no i go with the fucking flow. i hate how there is an unreasonable curfew, i mean i understand i can’t be out all night, but seriously? fucking 7 o clock…on weekends so i can come home with time to STUDY?! right that makes sense. the last thing i’m going to do when i get home from my 7 o clock curfew is do HOMEWORK. on a SATURDAY night. of course -.-

i hate how there is little trust and faith from our parents. trust me, because you raised me well. you taught me right from wrong and i can do things on my own. but all this lack of faith and trust only makes me want to do all the wrong things you trusted me never to do.

maybe if you didn’t track my every movement or put me on a leash 24/7, then i could fucking breathe. i hate being treated like i’m going to do something wrong. and they wonder why i keep rebelling. because i can’t breathe. you’re pulling me in closer and closer and all i wanna do is break free.

sooner or later i am going to crack, and you’ll never see me around this hellhole again.

freedom is at the tip of my fingertips. i find myself counting down the days till i get my license, one step closer to freedom. counting the days/weeks/months/years till graduation…which leads to college, out of high school, and out of this fucked up town. feel like my life consist of waiting around for my real life to start.

and as of right now, i can’t wait to get the fuck out of this place.