Sometimes Dreams Are better

prologue

I was loved by my parents , I never realized it because of the pressure given by them. Maybe I was dramatic.but I was just a kid wasn't I ?

I never lived for me but for them that's what I always thought.but in some where in my mind I know it's wrong.
Somone telling me .

I thought nobody could stop me,but they did,tried so hard to get to a position where I thought they would be proud but was met insults

Not from them but the people surrounding me.i was self centred that in never thought about then people around me.

I was too busy to give my attention to them.guess I should have listened to my guts afterall,if I didn't interacted with them I wouldn't stand here on the roof

Judging myself if I should live or not
Was I that useless ? Would they miss me?

Of course they would,but there's no more going back is it?

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