I never wanted to be a disappointment, I hate disappointing you. Especially when you look at me, upset and filled with some sort of regret. I’m far from perfect and I don’t want to make you angry any more than I have. But this is me, and I don’t fit in with your standards and ways. If only you really saw the person I am, my desires, my goals, every single thing about me, i really wonder how angry you would be with me? If you only knew how much of the world I’m already soaked into. I’m not that little girl anymore, that little girl you “sometimes” took care of… That little girl you’d see Sunday’s cause her parents weren’t together at the time… That little girl who missed and loved you incredibly and thought the world of you… I’m not the little girl anymore, because I’ve grown up, although I still think the world of you and i still love you and miss you when you’re gone…. You have to understand that this is my life and I’m in charge.