I wonder...

if my parents know what they're doing to me. My mom especially. "No this, no that, no bla bla bla" Restrictions are bad. Really bad; that's if you wanna make me listen. I don't think they even understand me. Telling me it's for my own good. (yeah, destroying me & my life is GOOD)

I wonder why are they so overly protective. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I don't mix with bad people, I don't even want to touch any of those. Plus, my studies are just a little above average. And then you say I'm not matured. How so? Well, maybe two years ago I might agree with you. But come on, THINK HARDER! you just dont get me. I'm way different. What I want, what I need, what I can do, what i crave for. Do you really know?

Somehow, underneath all these I've learnt to count my blessings. To cherish your one and only. To never forget how fortunate you are; being borned in that very family. To be reminded who you really are. Yes, i do love my parents very much for these reasons. Of course there's more to that ^^

I'm so sorry that it's affecting you. Promise I'll make it up. Cheer up kays? Tell you what, I believe in hope :) Do you?

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