I am not a five-year-old.
I am not incapable of doing things myself, the way I want to, and HOW I WANT TO DO IT.
I have something very important called an opinion, that I am VERY entitled to.
If I wave it around, I don't need to have my head shoved between my knees like some docile puppy.
You are NOT my parental figure, no..
I don't know what gave you ANY idea that you have any sort of rule over me, small one.
One day I'll leave you, and you'll have no one to step on.
One day, what I say, do, think, act, dress, and feel won't matter to you because I'll be so far gone, you won't even be able to smell what childishness you think radiates off of me.
So you leave me alone until you think I'm the age I need to be.
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