trash-y

I am SOMEBODY. Even God Almighty recognize me, therefore it is not such an honour to have other human being even realize that I am around.
Having a stubborn-father-leaving-his-family thingy, and still (sometimes) refuse to remember about his own daughters, doesn't even bothering me. Well, sounds that I am such a pathetic girl - which I am not. LOL.
This notes just come right up on my mind, when my so-called-father, text me to not wasting my time with sightseeing and trying to be somebody. Come on! Who are you, you can talk to me that way. You're my father (indeed), but you're not around, so just back-off. I am not a girl that you think I am, I am an adult, 20, closer to 21 anyway. I am living my life, enjoying it, until the last bite. I just graduated, I do want to have a life! I do want to be somebody, that others would notice! Come on! I am SOMEBODY.
I am here, sitting on my hotel room, clicking my grey laptop, looking around Boston, and it was amazing. But that's it! Is that it? I am disappointed actualy ~with my self. Because I don't know what exactly I am doing. I love to be here. I used to love talking to people, get to know them better, but I don't get it here. How come? I got to go somewhere, maybe 7/11, grab some hot-chocolate, and then head back.
Ok then. Sorry for talking around and around.
Thanks.
I'll headed back ~soon.