Error 404 Matured

Just a mistake.

A f*cking accident, according to my parents.

For my mother, I should never have been born.

For my father, however, it is as if I did not exist.

I stopped engaging in sports and studying a lot because no first place on the podium and no A in the subjects will ever be enough for the others. 

What's the point of putting your all into it if no one recognizes your value?

What's the point of living intensely every day if no one shares it with you?

What is the point of feeling emotions if they are never reciprocated?

Now, in front of the wide open window, I no longer see any errors.

Only freedom