tuna

why didnt we talk. why didnt we figure out together. why didnt we work it out earlier. i mean, you don't even ask me what i want to do in life. you never ask me what i want to be when i grow up. and as long as i always notice, you never ask me what path do i want when i was mature enough to choose.
i don't need your money, as much as it is, it is far less than anything like your permission and your will to let me (finally) think for myself. the money is not worth anything like you opening your mind and giving me my rights to hold my own future i already picked out myself.
i'll fight for my dreams, if that's the case you won't let me do anything with it. you don't have to know the way, my way, because i only need you to support me in everything i do, i only need you to trust me, to trust the future in me. i don't demand more and to my selfishness and self-content, i won't expect less.i don't need you to be a tyranny dictating me what to do and what not to do.





and if that was so much to ask, i only need you to be my parents.