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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Friday, May 19, 2006
as im growing up,i feel that i seriously need freedom..and god,please guide me to the freedom which ive been waiting for.over the years ive been OVER-protected and stayed at home most of my lifetime.while other little kids are having a fun time playing,my childhood was a dull one.or should i say that i have no childhood at all?whenever i see little children running,screaming and having a crazy fun time,i will be full of envy for them.
i made new friends at work and my social circle has widened quite a bit,at least.however,my lifestyle is still being restricted and controlled by my parents.curfew and stuff like that.i just wonder:does going home late mean that im a bad girl?i understand that all parents in the world are the same.they care and worry for us of course.but when can my parents start believing in me?believe that im still their girl.their child.who will practise discipline.who will be able to tell what is right from wrong.who gives them my word that i will not go astray.i did my best to persuade them,but none works.how come?im vexed up!WHY CANT THEY JUST GIVE ME THEIR T.R.U.S.T?i need to grow up and am doing so.my lifestyle will certainly change in the future and will i be a daddy's girl forever?where's my personal space?i cant forever be a three year old kid,can i?why cant parents change their worry and anxiety to something positive like placing greater faith and trust in their kids?isnt it better?i like it this way.its a win-win situation since both sides has loads of trust towards each other which improves the relationship.
*a bird imprisoned in a cold metal cage.

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