I don't need your permission.
I don't need to explain myself.
I do what I want, when I want to and however I choose.
I'm a big girl and I answer to me.
Taking offence is your problem. It's not my intent at all.
It's not you. It doesn't always have to be about you. I will tell you when it is about you. Trust me.
Nothing is wrong. I'm not mad. I'm not being exclusionary. Everything is fine.
Sometimes I just want something different.
And I don't need your permission.
November 25, 2006
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3 comments:
Yeah!
(confused as hell...)
Take that! :)
Amen sister!
How punk-rock of you. :)
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