The parents were arguing again. Seems like they've been throwing more and more fits recently because of the stupid economic downturn. I find it pretty laughable that America still holds her head high, claiming her spot as the most "powerful" country in the world when she's always turning the blind eye on the poor, the minorities, and other losing issues carefully painted with the gilded gold. It stinks. It reeks.

Other than that, I find it also more painfully annoying when people are always being so critical and hateful, nevertheless, more suspicious toward others than ever. I'm tired of hearing people talk to me about their little black hearts and expecting nothing less than silence from my lips. It's really...tiring. Am I making sense? No, I'm not. And why not? For me, it's more amusing to let my readers sit and wonder what has the world come to. The world hasn't come to her senses yet that her once colorful world has gone more bleak for the poor and more dimmed for the "rich" and more brighter and sinister for the wealthy.  Gone has the blue skies and in turn, we welcome and usher in a new sky of night that substitutes for the sunshine of our days...

And yes, who am I again? Is this dreaya? I remembered those days when I used to be so closed up, when I was so careful and hesitant in even voicing my own opinions, when I used to have such hopes... But no, time has changed, I guess, and I've become more stubborn in my opinions, more selfish, more angry, more prone to push herself harder than ever, and more likely to rebel so quietly. I'm tired of having these feelings pent up. I mean, what has it brought me??~ Pent-up feelings taught me that much in which if one were to do nothing, there is nothing to look forward to. If one does nothing and hears nothing, there is no move. If one tries to crawl about and guide herself out into the light, there shall be light. There shall be something for all of us to look forward to...

I mean, all my life, I've done nothing but listen. I've listened to people and followed their words, never taking my own risks... I wasn't allowed to make mistakes, and it is because of that, I seem to not learn anything that is new or of interest to me. I am young and I am dreaya. Let me live in my own dreams, my wishes, and desires...what I need; hence, the name of dreaya.

So, let me do as I wish, and so, I will say to you, "Trust my own instincts." Everyone should be allowed to make their own mistakes. I know the mistakes of other people. And well, isn't it better than to be pent-up, trapped in a little box so far away?

Parents were arguing again.

Allow me to breathe.


-dreaya