All this time, I thought I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I'd make my own decision, and it's going to be a brilliant decision. And then I'd make you proud. Now I cry inside, because I didn't really listened. The voice inside me, was there telling me to stop. Stop at whatever I was going to do. So that I had time to think before I acted. Before it's too late. Before I'd regret it.
Now, you told me it was wrong. And I'd done the most naive, idiotic thing in the world. You told me to wait, but I didn't listen to you. I didn't listen to the voice inside me. I just acted like a child. Behaved like the most children would behave.
What I need most, is a timeout. I want to stop talking to you. I want to think. To think back that crucial moment when I asked you. When I thought it wasn't something big deal for a woman to lose. Or for a man to have. Although I know it doesn't matter anymore when it's too late for everything.
So this is my rebellion. My price. I hope it won't stay in the "genes".
