My Dad. He's one is a million. More of the bad side, sad to say, he controls my every movement day in and day out. He can ask me to do everyday things like bathe, leave exactly 60 minutes before sch WHEN MY SCHOOL IS SO NEAR MA HOUSE. To drink water, wear this shoe out of fashion or no ( WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT FASHION ) or do this do that or even cut my fucking fingernails. LIKE I DONT KNOW THAT I NEED TO DO THIS AND THAT ?!
All these stuff are stuffs that everyone and anyone knows what to do. And i HATE; HATE people telling me what to do and how to do things. Especially how i live my life. If you look at me, and you look at my little younger brother 2 years younger than me, I reckon you wont believe it. We grew up in the same family. We were fed the same stuff and brought up under the same conditions. It's just that i choose to interpret all these dily happenings that makeme so much more different than him.
It doesnt matter how i feel anymore. I give in. I wanna be normal. I wanna know how you feel. I wanna let you feel what i want you to feel. I wanna be ok with everyone and anyone.
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