you just dont understand me or my life.


im eighteen. stop treating me like im eight who doesnt know from right to wrong. trust me enough to make the right choices and learn from my mistakes. you wont always be here to guide me, you're making me dependent.
i dont want that.
i want to live my own life.
make my own decisions.
dont force me.
dont plan for me.
my future.
my.
my.
MINE.

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