Circus Dog

I have high hopes for my future (at least I had). My sister's are higher.

I don't understand what I want from my life.

I just passed eighteen a few months ago.

(Wait, that was half a year ago? When did that happen?)

I started working, and I'm learning how that works.

I'm trying to understand banks.

And bills.

And 'Current Events'.

In a few months I'll be enlisted to the army

(It's mandatory here)

And I don't know what they want.

I don't know what I want.

I feel stupid.

And afraid.

And alone.

I feel so very

very

small.

My sister told me she wants to be a circus dog when she grows up.

Author's Note

Nothing is more beautiful and pure than the mind of a five year old.
21/12/2016