sleeping beauty 

I had to kill the dreams my parents had for me because fulfilling those dreams meant that I had to put who I was to sleep and, that was poisonous. I had been withering away in that hibernation, the incubation of old and tattered dreams, dying slowly, excruciatingly. 

I refused to live the unlived life of my parents because who was going to live my life? I don’t want to store my unlived life as inheritance for my future kids.

And yes, they are deeply disappointed. But it’s about time they wake up and smell my truth.

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