Why do you act so cold? Why do you always have to make a point out of me being too young? Why do you always hold back? Why all this things when you say you love me? Yes, I know I’m still young, that I hardly got any experience. But I got to learn out of my own mistakes, not yours. Why are you always gonna tell me what to do? Why can I never be good enough? Why can’t I take my own choices? Why all this things when you say you love me? You only want me to be your friend and so you call me your little girl. But you won’t let me tell you how I care about you, never. Why are you always there? Why do I feel obligated to say ”hi”? Why don’t you just leave? Why all this things when you say you love me? You tell me I can’t leave you, and so you run of. But what if I just left you, went to find my destiny? Would I still be your little girl?
Great ending, Cassi! Maybe our lives only become larger when we refuse to see them as small. We do the unexpected. And then, when we leave the cozy confines of the reactive and break out on our own, even fate becomes a little puzzled. But he smiles. Write on!
hm..well, I hope the one I wrote it to won't get too sad I didn't need to be bad..just wanted to say that he sometimes got high exceptaions to me? Well, I think I'll do something unexpected soon...How are you btw?
