when you grow up, things starts getting harsher and rasher. not because you have changed, but because your environment and people around you has changed. You no longer have protection like you used to have, or the comfort that you could get. cause when you grow up, you are set with stereo thinkers that shapes the growing world. these thinkers made a norm, a norm. the set standards that i hate.
im sorry that im not a stereo thinker. i dont want to grow in this harsh and rash way. i want protection, and comfort. i dont care if i am growing or if im am earning, or i have big houses or car. i am just not the sort of expectation you look upon.
i am emotionally reliant, i am an idealist. i dont care how many zillions of people bring me back to reality of what i hate most, because i am like this and this is an identity that i see, you see, and everybody else's see of me. this is not a statement of my stubbornness, this is a statement of proclamation.
i love me. if you want me, love me, love my SOP.
i might not love you the way you want me to, but i love you in every single way possible that i can ever think of in my best. my best is not your best, that does not mean it isnt a best.
start breathing, regret hates you as much as you hate it. i am not perfect, nobody was, nobody is and nobody will ever be.
when the angel falls...
jess.
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