i can take care of myself.
i'm striving for independence.
for me to stand on my own feet.
but sometimes,
i still need someone to look after me,
to guide me.
someone who can manage my tantrums.
and still finds me... adorable (?)
i'm currently listening to Silverchair:
"I'm watching you watch over me....
and I've got the greatest view from here"
but then, the greatest view has been long gone.
so, am i really a grown-up?
perhaps NOT .
i sob like a baby now a days.
I'M STILL FOOLISH LIKE A CHILD.
...and i think i'm becoming a CYNIC.
darn.
