we are young, we are strong, we are not looking for where we belong

i want out

i hate the replused feeling i get whenever i receive a msg from my mum
'reaching home soon?'

i mean, if you are that worried, hire a body guard for me or smth.
we have been over this.
give me a life that i deem mine and wholly mine.
and i'll be the daughter that respects and honors you.

you think i like keeping secrets from you?
you think its something i want to do?
you think its easy crafting a lie? fabrication of the truth is often a harder task than it looks.

im looking forward to your trip to Scandinavia.
that will be my much needed me time.

i suddenly have this urge to have my own home,
live by my own rules and do whatever i deem fit.
(i know i will regret typing all these one day)
we always do.

its like a necessary mistake.
people still touch a hotplate when they know its hot
or touch a kettle after it has just boiled a pot of water.
sometimes you wanna see the whole situation unfold before you decide on your course of action.