Freedom

Some days, I miss the freedom

I'm not young enough to verbalize everything that happens in life.

I've learnt to let things go,

I've learnt to adapt.

No matter how mature a person looks, 21 is still a 21 years old.

I'm sick of being intruded by small little things.

I know it is my fault but she also have to learn that nothing can be done to perfection the way she likes to be.

Her definition of clean is not the same as everyone else.

You either adapt, or suck it in and do it yourself, or find your own place.

Girl, it's called cooperation...