Rethinking my answers, my so called solutions is probably proving to be the toughest thing I've ever experienced. I can't accept changing what I have believed in and what I've thought off as love and as an idea of relationships.
Am I really the idea my parents have created for me or am I so much more than that and refusing to realise it?
Is there that option of being someone who your parents wouldn't imagine you as?
I mean am I really what my society has created for me?
Are those my beliefs or are those society's beliefs?
Is this my religion or is this the garb I am choosing to wear because probably society chose it for me?
Is love what I have always believed it to be or is it something much more mature a concept than that?
The worst question being, will these questions change once I'm home or will they continue being a plaguing disease and torment me till I choose?
Choose from what is and what I can be?
