some words to quieten me up sounds very appealing right now. you're barely able to stand on your own two feet, and lucky you I'm obnoxious enough to know you need help. what is it with people like you? do I look like someone who demands constant attention, have I ever taken your time away from your life, your doings? do I look like a bloody princess, designed to be worshipped? please I know who I am I don't need you to mould me into what we both don't want. from the start I've been aware. it's now clear, so lucid that I'm unconvincing enough for you to believe I'm an adult, that I understand our conditions aren't exactly orthodoxical. you tell me something and I say I know, but it's like you don't believe me because I'm only 19. only 19? don't marginalise me because of my age young man! I am not asking for you to be my mother because I have 4 of those at home. I don't even want you to take such good care of me because I'm old enough to survive, with these lessons I've taught myself. and mind you I've been surviving well. don't give me that atittude, the one where you say you haven't straighten out your life and you don't want to bring me down with you sort of nonsense. do what you have to do, I have never judged you on how different or damn typical you are. but don't brush me aside like I'm an inconvenience. I've met too many of that sort to tell you they will die a young age.
why do we say these things to each other? because I know I'm not afraid of hurting you. I tell you the truth and you do the same for me. you tell me when I'm being a witch and I tell you when you're being a wuss. cos that's what you are sometimes, you know.
you're all these wrong things put together. made of everything incorrect, confusing and utterly strange except for one perfect thing- I'm exactly like that too. and I'm crazy about you.
how bizarre, how bizarre.
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