I want to grow up!

I want to move out of all these shit.

I dun wan to be malign of all the shit I did not do.

Even if I made a mistake, I do not want to be condemn by it. And the fact is, you did not even put yourself in my shoes.

You've won. I cried. So? I will make this the last time.

I am not as petty as you. So what I am way so fortunate than you? Your time and my time is different.

How am I feeling? Helpless, abandoned.