They always tell us to dream, and dream big. "The sky's the limit!" "there are endless possibilities", yeah well fuck that. They tell you that, so you fall and crash harder than if you fell 10000 feet from an airplane with a defunct parachute. I think my parents are that defunct parachute. They give me hope, tell me that I could go overseas to study, we'll work together to make it happen blablabla, but just as I take the leap, they go HEY sorry I guess thats not gonna happen anymore. I mean, it's ok if they tell me that from the start so I won't jump from the fcking plane. But I do and I die.
So now I'm stuck in Singapore. And I dont know if I should apply for art or communications. My heart says art (hah!) but the world says don't be stupid, and my mum tells me I'm not gifted for it and that I should be a journalist. So the world is pretty much impossible. I'm praying for a sign. Or for guidance. Or for anything, really.
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