I am not the version 2.0 of you mother.
I will not live my life based on what you think is the best for me.
My life.
My mistakes.
My fucking faith.
So.
Yes. I smoke.
Yes. i cut.
Yes. I am depressed.
Deal with it.
Do not say you are disappointed.
Do not say I should stop.
Do not cry and say I am ruining my life because of my friends.
I am ruining my life because I want to.
Because I can.
It is mine.
Not yours.
