frustration is no where near accurate. frustration is what the rest of the world would call an understatement. To say that i’m annoyed might begin to touch on the feeling, but it still doesn’t come close to the truth. Pissed, livid, angry, miserable are more of the feeling im going for right now. are you getting it? good.
a few weeks ago, my Dad asked me where his sweet Molly went. through the tears that blurred my vision and drowned my skin, i looked at him and let it out. sweet Molly never got what she wanted. sweet Molly got nowhere in life. sweet Molly was a doormat. sweet Molly didn’t know how to stand up for herself. she disappeared a long time ago. she comes out every so often under the perfect conditions. she keeps to herself much of the time and is paranoid of relationships be it friendly or more. she is very cautious on where she goes and even who she looks at. she lives in a dreamland, waiting for her hard work to pay off. she is not afraid, however, to open her mouth and defend herself.
i am in no way perfect but i know when i make mistakes and i reconcile them. but don’t accuse me of something i didn’t do.
i may have taken a little longer than others to decide what i wanted to do with my life, but when i figure it out i want to go after it, so quit throwing obstacles in front of me because you want something FOR me.
i am twenty one years old dammit. i am an adult. i make my own decisions. i decide what i want to do, where i want to go, when i want to go, and why i want to go.
