Maa,
I thought you were different. Apart from those people. But it was just a thought. Misunderstandings. We've had them. A lot of'em actually. But despite of your imperfections and everything that I might not like about you, I accepted you. Like you accepted me when I was born. when I was in your lap helpless and crying for your affection. But now, I'm not that baby anymore. I need freedom. I want privacy. I've grown. I don't tell you every little secrets that I've been holding. I keep it to myself. and I like it like that.
Because You don't understand me. You just can't. It's not your fault. You are from a whole different world and we have so many differences.You didn't encourage me to be truly free. All you did was screaming at my mistakes, regretting over me. I know it's there. The love, it's still there. And it's unconditional. Because it's a mother's love.I don't question your love, trust me I don't. It's just some of those stupid moments, you hurt me with no intention. But I get hurt anyway. I feel sorry for you, when you compare yourself with me. because we are heading to a total different direction, and we are in such different positions. It can't be the same. I'm not you. SO stop comparing your time with mine. Today is not the same as yesterday. It's a brand new day.
I wish you got all the privileges like mine. I really wish that. Because may be I don't value them the way you would. But you really can't just throw out everything on me. And stop saying that I've got no feelings. Cause I've got feelings. A lot of'em. and I'm trying my best here.
I know I don't say things like I Love You, and kiss you in the cheek. or hug you randomly, expressing gratitude or apologizing and stuffs like that. Because I'm not good at it. I can't just say sweet words and still not be awkward by it. And I really don't know how to be all silent when you're coloring my mistakes, or questioning my character, or blaming me for stuffs I don't even do. I mean seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any love affairs, I don't even have any guy friend. So cut that crap and be cool about this okay? I'm still your innocent little daughter, And I wouldn't do such things to make you down. ever.
I admit. I admit that I don't respect all of your opinions or values. Even sometimes I just tolerate them. But I accept you as my mother, because mothers are like that, they beat the crazy outta you in times, and you can't do anything about it. All I want from you is a little trust. Believe in me. Believe in my instincts and I'll believe in yours. Don't treat me like a trash. I'm your daughter. Your perfectly planned baby. You know, if you are gonna raise me like this, you didn't have to give birth to me in the first place.
But you did, and I love you for carrying me in your womb for 9 freakin months. Not just me, you gifted me with a twin brother, so yeah, someday I may feel or understand the pain you're having because of me, but today, you've got to understand mine.
And please! Don't do the work of F.B.I !! I beg you. If I'm up to something wrong, don't spy on me, just let me come to you and tell you. It's my humble request.
I wish I could explain all these to you, cause I know you ain't gonna read all these, I'm not gonna let you anyway.
So you are not changing, and I'm on the same page again. I wasted all these. Clearly.
I love you, I loooooooooove you. And there is no shame to call you my mom, I love the way you are. You are slightly irritating, I can tolerate that, after all you are my big fat crazy mother. We'll have a lot of fights, arguing over hypothetical issues and you won't ever let me have a boyfriend or go on dates. Fine. I'll deal with these for now. But I will never stop fighting with you. And I will never stop loving you.
__Your daughter who is annoyed at you right now.
I thought you were different. Apart from those people. But it was just a thought. Misunderstandings. We've had them. A lot of'em actually. But despite of your imperfections and everything that I might not like about you, I accepted you. Like you accepted me when I was born. when I was in your lap helpless and crying for your affection. But now, I'm not that baby anymore. I need freedom. I want privacy. I've grown. I don't tell you every little secrets that I've been holding. I keep it to myself. and I like it like that.
Because You don't understand me. You just can't. It's not your fault. You are from a whole different world and we have so many differences.You didn't encourage me to be truly free. All you did was screaming at my mistakes, regretting over me. I know it's there. The love, it's still there. And it's unconditional. Because it's a mother's love.I don't question your love, trust me I don't. It's just some of those stupid moments, you hurt me with no intention. But I get hurt anyway. I feel sorry for you, when you compare yourself with me. because we are heading to a total different direction, and we are in such different positions. It can't be the same. I'm not you. SO stop comparing your time with mine. Today is not the same as yesterday. It's a brand new day.
I wish you got all the privileges like mine. I really wish that. Because may be I don't value them the way you would. But you really can't just throw out everything on me. And stop saying that I've got no feelings. Cause I've got feelings. A lot of'em. and I'm trying my best here.
I know I don't say things like I Love You, and kiss you in the cheek. or hug you randomly, expressing gratitude or apologizing and stuffs like that. Because I'm not good at it. I can't just say sweet words and still not be awkward by it. And I really don't know how to be all silent when you're coloring my mistakes, or questioning my character, or blaming me for stuffs I don't even do. I mean seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any love affairs, I don't even have any guy friend. So cut that crap and be cool about this okay? I'm still your innocent little daughter, And I wouldn't do such things to make you down. ever.
I admit. I admit that I don't respect all of your opinions or values. Even sometimes I just tolerate them. But I accept you as my mother, because mothers are like that, they beat the crazy outta you in times, and you can't do anything about it. All I want from you is a little trust. Believe in me. Believe in my instincts and I'll believe in yours. Don't treat me like a trash. I'm your daughter. Your perfectly planned baby. You know, if you are gonna raise me like this, you didn't have to give birth to me in the first place.
But you did, and I love you for carrying me in your womb for 9 freakin months. Not just me, you gifted me with a twin brother, so yeah, someday I may feel or understand the pain you're having because of me, but today, you've got to understand mine.
And please! Don't do the work of F.B.I !! I beg you. If I'm up to something wrong, don't spy on me, just let me come to you and tell you. It's my humble request.
I wish I could explain all these to you, cause I know you ain't gonna read all these, I'm not gonna let you anyway.
So you are not changing, and I'm on the same page again. I wasted all these. Clearly.
I love you, I loooooooooove you. And there is no shame to call you my mom, I love the way you are. You are slightly irritating, I can tolerate that, after all you are my big fat crazy mother. We'll have a lot of fights, arguing over hypothetical issues and you won't ever let me have a boyfriend or go on dates. Fine. I'll deal with these for now. But I will never stop fighting with you. And I will never stop loving you.
__Your daughter who is annoyed at you right now.
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