I’ve had it with you. You who insist on judging my every life choice, especially the beautiful ones. You who insist on telling me, over and over again, everything that’s wrong with my choices. You who make me feel guilty about doing things that bring me joy. If it was up to you, I would never travel. I wouldn’t do anything creative. I wouldn’t have any dreams, not a single one. I would have a small, grey life in which I would still be disappointing you constantly. And you almost had me going in that direction.
But no. I’ve had enough. I’ve had it with you. Go fuck yourself. Doorgaan met het lezen van “An open letter to my dream killers”