Really?
REALLY?
Your restrictions are actually taking their toll. Like, REALLY.
You've cornered me.
I'm sick of compromises.
I know you love me.
BUT IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME THE HECK FREE.
You can trust me and you know it.
For goodness sake, it's a wonder you even let me roam solo across the world to places where I know NOBODY.
Twice.
Interstate, even.
YET. IN YOUR OWN BLOODY BACKYARD. You can't seem to build the fences quite high enough.
Your logic is flawed.
I sound spoilt and bratty but at the moment I REALLY DON'T CARE.
There are others in this world who are suffering far greater than I...
But. you ARE my world. And right now you're tearing it apart.
God, I sound thirteen.
OH BUT WHAT, I'm almost twenty.
Don't tell me to grow up.
Give me a chance to.
Then maybe, YOU'LL SEE.
-mizeryam.
You need positive action - whatever you decide that is!
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