I feel you, dundane. I'm stuck in a similar situation, except with my mother (I'm still a wee kid).
I really want to go into something with computers. Whether it's software programming, design, or game development, I love computers. But my mom wants me to do Pharmacy. Phooey. I don't want to have a well paying, easy, monotonous job. I want a job that I'll enjoy. I don't care if I'm paid little money. But I can't do what I want. She's living my life and not giving me another option. I'm stuck doing a million things I don't want to do, and I hate it.
This song reflects my present thought. I'm stuck on with expectations and standards that I have to meet, that I'm so welled up inside. I just want to do my own thing.
Sorry for adding yet another rant to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings. Even if none of you read this or care about it, it makes me feel better when I write this out. Strangely, not knowing any of you helps me. So thanks, strangers, and I apologize.
I'm reposting part of my other comment specifically for you, mrwonderr:
I'm reposting part of my other comment specifically for you, mrwonderr:
This website was invented so we could all share our "rants to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings." I've done the same thing and I'm not ashamed. Always remember, even if there's no comments about your comment, <I>someone</I> has read it, and it helped <I>someone</I>. I promise.
This website was invented so we could all share our "rants to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings." I've done the same thing and I'm not ashamed. Always remember, even if there's no comments about your comment, <I>someone</I> has read it, and it helped <I>someone</I>. I promise.
<I>Even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.</I>
♥ Linds
<I>Even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.</I>
♥ Linds
I feel you, dundane. I'm stuck in a similar situation, except with my mother (I'm still a wee kid).
I really want to go into something with computers. Whether it's software programming, design, or game development, I love computers. But my mom wants me to do Pharmacy. Phooey. I don't want to have a well paying, easy, monotonous job. I want a job that I'll enjoy. I don't care if I'm paid little money. But I can't do what I want. She's living my life and not giving me another option. I'm stuck doing a million things I don't want to do, and I hate it.
This song reflects my present thought. I'm stuck on with expectations and standards that I have to meet, that I'm so welled up inside. I just want to do my own thing.
Sorry for adding yet another rant to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings. Even if none of you read this or care about it, it makes me feel better when I write this out. Strangely, not knowing any of you helps me. So thanks, strangers, and I apologize.
I'm reposting part of my other comment specifically for you, mrwonderr:
I'm reposting part of my other comment specifically for you, mrwonderr:
This website was invented so we could all share our "rants to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings." I've done the same thing and I'm not ashamed. Always remember, even if there's no comments about your comment, <I>someone</I> has read it, and it helped <I>someone</I>. I promise.
This website was invented so we could all share our "rants to the emo abyss known as Songmeanings." I've done the same thing and I'm not ashamed. Always remember, even if there's no comments about your comment, <I>someone</I> has read it, and it helped <I>someone</I>. I promise.
<I>Even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.</I> ♥ Linds
<I>Even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.</I> ♥ Linds