quarter life crisis
You no longer have a hold over me. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I won’t let you decide for me anymore, I won’t think of you anymore. I will still think of you, I can’t help that.. but as far as I’m concerned, I will not think of you first, or base anything around you. I’m alone and it’s a-oh-fucking-kay with me, because if I continued on, I would be alone anyways. Just alone and hanging on.
I will do whatever the fuck I please. If you don’t like it, you can go fuck yourself. I’m not yours if you are not mine. Deal with it.
