The irony of life

is such that I've had one of the best times of my life yesterday, and today's the only day of 2010 I'm crying buckets.

the irony of my life, is such that I've just turned 22 yesterday, and am treated as the most irresponsible teenager around today.

the irony of life, is such that parents are supposed to be the most encouraging kin closest to you, but my dad just told me, "no matter how you think you may be right, it's still wrong in our (parents') eyes."

the irony of life, is such that parents are supposed to console their children every time they get hurt, where their hearts are supposed to drop like a string of pearls when they see their children cry. on the contrary, I've trained myself to cry away from my parents, because I know that it's the invitation for harsher words.

the biggest irony of all--is that despite loving my parents, I still yearn to be away from them. i must have already matured progressively since the age of 14, the age where running away from home on a whim, is at prime.

I am now officially 22 years of age. and it is, ironically, my greatest goal in this insignificant life to preserve my life.

my parents will not eat me whole.