Lunatiquely,
Lemon
I am a contradiction, a living breathing oxymoron.
I am a perfectionist who is too lazy to pursue perfection.
I am a narcisst with an inferior complex.
I am not crazy, not insane just slightly unstable mentally with highly volatile emotions.
I am a fundamentally selfish person.
I am Lemon.
Lunatiquely Lemon.
Or in simpler terms,
The epic phail attempts at philosophical musing by a yellow, sour citrus fruit that claims to be sweet ^^
I'm 18 with a curfew that gets earlier and earlier plus a Sunday grounding.
Apparently, I don't have the fucking rights to have my own likes, dislikes, ambitions and dreams.
You say I'm not independant.
When have you ever let me even fucking try?
You control me like a marionette on strings and wrap me up in cotton wool and sponge.
So you don't have the fucking right to say that I don't know anything.
You won't even let me go home on my own from fucking Boon Lay.
You say that I have more opportunities in the future but why the fuck are you forcing me to let this one brilliant chance slip by without even letting me try?
What, too much experience is not good?
How the bloody fuck do you expect me to survive in the future?
You smother me.
You deprieve me of precious chances to learn.
You put me at a disadvantage.
You are killing me.
You know what, you're right.
No matter what, I just can't do it.
You're ALWAYS right never wrong, so high and mighty.
So I'm not going to even fucking try since there is no point and is just a fucking epic waste of my time and efforts.
You teach me to fucking give up.
Congrats I hope that makes you so fucking ecstatic.
Is it any wonder that I fucking hate you?
`iRained
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