Not moving, not going.

Again, for the love of God, again.

I wonder if it’s the patriarchal ego or real concern, but really, I wish you’d stop this. No one is accusing you of being wrong, no one is saying that you do not care and no one is whining about not getting enough.

I appreciate all that you’ve done. I thank you for having the best interest for me in your heart. I am grateful for your effort to try and mould me into someone better.

But then, that’s the problem.

The funny thing is, my psychology class actually changed the way I interpret matters now. I won’t say I can make completely right decisions or understand everything. It opened my eyes. I have my own identity now. It’s cliched, but I’d like to say I am me. This is a fact you have to accept.

You say you are not nagging, you claim that you are giving me experience-gained knowledge and insight. I know, I really do. It’s not like I don’t know that the real world outside is a cruel.unforgiving place. I know to get there, there’s work involved. But I’m just your average joe. The way you’re propagating your messages to me, it’s either you’re pushing too hard or I’m just taking it from the wrong angle. Whichever that is, I want to say, I know.

The tears that flow in front of you are not tears of sadness, tears of guilt or tears of resentment.

They’re tears of frustration.

I do not gripe about you invading my privacy. I do not complain about the lack of attention. Never have I said a word about not getting love. I was touched when you said the reason why you wanted me to get my license was to let me have the comfort of individual mobility, that I can drive around during weekends for outings. I just want you to try and understand me. Try to look things from my perspective. Stop comparing me to your days of youth. Times have changed. Some things are not what they seem to be. You just worry about my future. What about now? I’m here. Don’t you want to know what’s going on in my life? Don’t you want to know if I’m having any personal conflicts? It’s because of this, I’ve been pushed to a point where I can only voice my problems to my friends and through technology.

I’m not saying I’m right in everything. I’m pass that stage now. The things you say to me, I believe they are sound and right. I’m not rebelling. It’s the lack of empathy I crave.

Let me live the life I want to in my own pace.