PROLOGUE

Having high expectations hurt when you experience continuous disappointment. I don't know if I should consider my life to be a disappointment, because there is happiness. I am a very nice person, always smiling but the question people hardly ever ask is, is that smile real or fake? Allow me to answer anyway, that smile is fake. Have you ever felt empty inside? Because that is how I feel, the only thing keeping me alive, the heartbeat in my body. From an early age my feelings have not been considered especially by my family because, I have always and still am being told to do this, do that and never ever being asked what I think about it or will I be able to do. Do I want to do it? Am I comfortable with it? Since I love to make my parents proud and always put aside what I wish I could do with my life to please them. It is my life, I agree, but is it worth fighting for? To leave my parents ashamed of me, that won't make me feel better because conscience is always there to keep you up at night, like a buzzing mosquito while trying to get some sleep, which is so irritating. Sometimes there comes a time in your life where you have to take a leap, and I think it is time for me to take that leap of faith and live life with my own rules, obviously knowing what is wrong and right. I have grown up now and I don't want to be a robot anymore.