It’s 1 A.M. and I am crying a little, dying a little.
Being a woman is work, becoming a woman is torture.
Living in a world where equality is either ignored, attacked, or taken lightly
Living amongst people who refuse to be logical and fair
Living in a society where laws seem to be necessary in defining more than just our morals, but our lives.
Expectations and demands add constant pressure
Routine body aches
Waiting for these to subside.
All of this struggle and all of this pain,
And what for?
Life is too temporary, life is too hard.
“To leave a lasting impact, to save the future generations from this injustice”
But are my tears worth leaving a mark on this temporary world with its temporary people?
“Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless” – can this really be true?