liberate.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
why can't you just understand that i still need my freedom? i'm bloody twenty this year, so why can't you let me do just what i want? and it's just two damned days a week that i can do so. every single time i come home i get this shit from you. it's just circular logic over and over again. so what if you mean well? have you thought of how i felt? you haven't considered how i feel 'bout things from the other aspects of my life have you? if i have to hear this when i'm in a foul mood, you're just worsening things aren't you? stop giving my fixed bedtimes, wake-up times, and telling me that i'm screwing up my own life. it's my life. let me decide how i live it. if i crash and burn... it's my fault.
you just gotta let go.
3:04 PM
