I don't know how to describe my feeling right now.
Why did you do that?
What is the point of believing my dreams, when you enforce your dreams upon my life.
What's your problem?
That was rude. It's almost like watching someone violate my design in public before I have an opportunity to launch it.
Why? You wish to destroy my vision about what I believe will work?
To challenge rebellion?
To crack my trust?
I might be young and stupid.
But I'm stubborn enough to exhaust all possibilities to find my own way.
You think your way is the best. You know this world more than I do.
You think I am you.
I'm sorry.
I am me. I have my dreams.
I have my choices.
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