Stop trying to mold me, i’m not a piece of clay. just because i’m “young and impressional” doesn’t mean i don’t know any better, it just mean i choose to make my OWN mistakes. i want to get hurt, fall down, and scrape a few knees; before i’m 45, sitting in a dead end office job realizing that i’m afraid to live because i fear what i’v never felt. you didn’t make me, i’m not your design, or your product so stop thinking that you own me. stop thinking i’m your property and will do as you tell me, because i wont and i WILL be my own person; shaped my my own scabs, bruises, and regrets.
this boy i’ve been seeing for a few weeks now, long distance confessed to me today that he messed around with another girl yesterday. we aren’t dating but he did tell me previously that the next time he came down he had something to ask me. after confessing to me about yesterday he proceeded to tell me about how badly he felt. about how messing with this other girl made him realize how meaningless it was to be with anyone else but me and that he stopped it before it really went anywhere. since we aren’t dating, he isn’t mine and i honestly feel like i have no right to be mad at him, he is technically single and can do whatever the hell he wants to. i still don’t really know how to feel about it :/