I used to love dreams.
I even made up a bucket list to fulfill it.
One day, I told my mother about going to a concert together. She pulled a face and immediately refused the statement. She said that i would be in danger and suggested me to go instead in college.
Little did she know, what I just told her was my biggest dream that I wanted to achieve before a certain time.
She didn't agree with it.
Instead,
She destroyed it.
She destroyed a young girl's happiness and fantansies with just one sentence.
And now, how i wish that me existing was all a dream as well.
I hate dreams now.
I hate my plans.
I'm all out of things that i wish to achieve since it's all gone by default.