You can damn well stop telling me what the fuck to do, because I've stopped answering to you a long goddamn time ago. You may be older than me, but I don't care. You may be my flesh and blood, but I don't care. You are not the boss of me, and it's about fucking time you recognized that.
You know how you don't like being told what to do? NEITHER DO I. It's a family trait.
I'm 20 years old. I've got my OWN goals, my OWN dreams, my OWN plans. I WILL be a good daughter, I WILL be a good sister - but I WILL be my own boss FIRST. I will succeed in my own goddamn way, and you can kiss my ass if it doesn't suit you or your purposes. I WILL BE ME.
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Getting out of the shadow of family's expectations is never easy. I hope they can eventually accept that you're not one to be controlled, that you're your own person, without causing you too much pain.
*hugs*
*also hugs*
One of the hardest lessons in life is learning when to let go.
Oh family....
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