Smart Bro’s fucking up
And my 17-year-old cousin is pregnant.
How smart.
I can’t see myself pregnant. I can’t even see myself married.
I mean, yeah, you could get pregnant even before marriage but still. I think I’m not the sort who would attach herself that way to anybody. I don’t want to get married. Sure, I’m just 18, and the world is laid out in front of me, and I don’t know what’ll happen next but I don’t want a family. I don’t want a husband. I don’t want a kid (at least not now). I just want me, and my books, and my life. I want my silence, and my thoughts. And my blogs.
I want to go through things alone most of the time. I’m not exactly a social person, and I choose people to be with basically because they choose people they want to be with too.
I don’t want to be a part of anything, I think. But don’t get me wrong, I want to be accepted, but I don’t want everybody fawning over me either.
I just want to live. And I’m trying my best to live the way I know it.
My nonsensical random post ends here.
