I am not an adult. Maybe, you can tell already.
School, home, I think of those places as prisons. You have no idea, how much I love the sky, the air. When the clouds come, I feel so sad. When it rains, I feel like I'm about to cry. But, I've only seen those things from a window. I live with my grandfather five days a week.
He does not do fresh air.
Saturday, I have babysitting duty. In the city. And I don't have a drivers license yet. I can't get out of the building. Sunday. Church school. Something I'm forced to do, even though, I have no faith in god. Perhaps, I will ask a question about this later.How I'd love to kick a soccer ball. Or run around all day. Friends, are there. But nature is something that I like to appreciate in solitude. It's peaceful that way.
Control of my life. No one can tell me what to do. I don't have a mother. She's in Japan somewhere. My dad works, all the time. That's why the grandfather is here.
Just I love my life. Though truly, how much?
2007-11-10
10:21:23
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