See, this is how you get your dreams crushed to a pulp from a citrus tree once brimming with vibrance and all the colors of the sun. You set your hopes high as the sky (no, the fucking stars) on something you've always wanted, something you've always yearned for, something that you thought was already well within your reach. That is, until you start sharing your dreams with people who are smarter than you, people who know how to live through life with their web of lies and denial, people who are big enough and have seen the world while you're stuck in your own little bubble. You put up a fight but you're not strong enough to convince them of what you want for yourself, so you opt to sit and stay silent as they practically plan out your whole life for you over dinner that doesn't look appetizing anymore even though you haven't eaten anything for the last six hours. You sit and brood and just watch as your dreams crumble into rubble and you want so badly to cry and break down in front of them, but you're better than that and they do not deserve to see you at your most vulnerable. They might be stripping you of your dreams but they cannot strip you of your dignity.
But what the fuck will I do with my dignity when I'll just end up miserable?
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