You can't expect me to be fine all the time. I am not that strong, should you not have already known that by now? You can't expect me to keep my calm and stay cool all the time. I'm no saint, and even saints have feelings too. I'm free to have my own opinions, let me own them even if they may contradict yours. Why is it so hard to keep in mind that I have feelings too? That I am entitled to make mistakes, to be stupid, to stumble down time and time again?
I'm tired of asking this question again and again. But really, why? And I'm starting to question why do you still keep me in your life. To have someone to walk all over a bit too carelessly? To have that little sense of power? I'm no doormat. I'm human, for goodness sake. How loud do I need to yell that over and over again until you register it in your head? Tell me, I'm all up for it. I'd do it without doubts, even if it takes my life away.
