I want to tell a story about my life. I know it is not an inspiring or important story, but I wanted to share it
My name is Rose, I live a false life, my feelings are my laughter, and the air I breathe is fake
I do not know if it is life that made me fake. I am the reason. I do not know myself. No matter how much I try, I can not know it from a young age. I am creating a world in my imagination, not my real world. I do not know how my real world is. I imagine what i want and what I do not want but painful when I try to stay away from this world but I can not fool my family I hated myself because of my deceit Well I will tell you a story of my family When I graduated from high school I wanted to study abroad because it was the dream of my life but my mother did not want me to go because I am small but every day I ask her to agree in the first year I succeeded but in the second year I did not succeed I met my friends I’m bad because I’m a failure I will not say thank you They made me k