PRIson of a Life

Late twenties, that my current description. With that description there come certain expectations. I never thought the pressure would get to me but its slowly getting into me. I’m still daydreaming as I was in my teen years, I guess it’s what keeps me alive. Alive huh? I don’t even know the meaning of that, it got lost somewhere after finishing university. I had it all planned out, education was supposed to be the answer. My gateway to freedom seem to be my prison now. What do you tell a youngster asking about the importance of education when I too am at home? Sometimes it feels like I drank poison and now I am feeling sick. Going to school was supposed to be “like a pill, should be making better but keeps making me ill” now. I’m tired. My hair has become a victim of my hands, being pulled on the daily basis. Should I become bald, I wouldn’t be surprised. That is my worst nightmare, although my life feels like a nightmare every day. Waking up is a disappointment each morning because I am not dead.