let me do what i wanna do... let me make my own mistakes and let me learn from them. I've been doing this for a long time and you have no idea what I've been through.
you don't have the right to dictate my life and tell me what i'm suppose to do. i know what i'm doing and i analyze them before and after i plunge-in. you don't have the slightest idea on what happened in my life and what I've put through after five years that you've been gone without even saying goodbye. now you're back and you're trying to control me again.
i know you're concerned and you just want the best for me. but if you want the best for me, let me do it my own way. i know i'm you're only and precious darling, but this "darling" of yours grew up differently without your guidance and i learned life the hard way. i don't need to be spoiled right now. i'm 22 years old and i know what i'm doing. i know myself well and i know what i want in life. that's the only thing that i have right now, my goal. don't you ever take that from me.
i don't need your old stories and experiences on what happened to your life when you're still a kid. i completely understand why you're acting the way you do, so try to compromise why i'm like this. that's all i want from you. I've been trying to please you since i was a kid and i let you took charge of my decisions in life. now that i'm grown-up i'm finished pleasing you. let me do my own part of pleasing and rewarding myself.
if this is your definition of being a "rebel" then fine, i never asked for your consent anyway.
i don't want to sound selfish. i extended my job just to provide you what you need coz it's my duty as your daughter. i'm trying to share what i can give to this family, so spare me the space that i need.
i know you're doing this out of love. but sometimes too much attention even in little things makes relationships too acrid to handle.
i extend my furious and frustration through this blog, coz i cannot talk back to you without shedding a tear. that's how much i respect and care for you. i don't wanna go back to the times where we argue just because you can't understand my personality. i never asked you to understand me, a little compromise will do.
so please, let me be.
cheers to a woman like you pers lab..
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