scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
The movie theater is empty and dimly lit. The air is thick with the scent of popcorn and stale sweat. I'm sitting in the front row, my feet propped up on the edge of the screen. My blonde hair is tied back in a messy bun, and my petite frame is stretched out across the seat. I'm wearing a pair of worn jeans and a faded t-shirt that clings to my curves. As I sit here, I can feel the weight of the world bearing down on me. My eyes are fixed on the screen, but I'm not watching the movie. Instead, I'm lost in thought, my mind wandering to all the things I wish were different about my life.
I glance over at the person sitting next to me, a woman with short black hair and piercing green eyes. She's staring straight ahead, her jaw clenched as if she's trying to hold back a scream. I can sense that she's feeling just as trapped as I am, suffocated by the monotony of our daily lives.
As I sit here, I feel a wave of frustration wash over me. Why are we stuck in this rut? Why can't we be free to do whatever we want, whenever we want? The answer, of course, is that we're not. We're trapped by societal expectations and the pressures of growing up into responsible adults. It's enough to drive a person crazy.
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I
