I'm Lauren. I like rain, words, paint, music, and you.
I guess the real problem is that I just wanted something to be mine and mine alone. For once, I didn’t want anyone to take it away because I WANTED IT TO MYSELF.
I wanted you to myself. I didn’t want her to meddle in the two of us because nothing ever belongs to me and nothing ever is in my control and I honestly just wanted someone to let me have that for once in my fucking life.
My feelings were insignificant, but they were MINE. And they have been yet again trampled all over by people who think they deserve what I want.
|Parents:||Teenagers don't communicate anymore|
|Parents :||Teenagers don't speak to us any more|
|Parents:||It's all Facebook messaging now|
|Parents :||No one communicates with their children|
|Parents :||It's all about communication|
|Parents:||Teenagers should talk to us more|
|Teenager:||Well, I'm really stressed out about these test and lately i've felt really crap and-|
|Parents:||God, all you do is moan and complain.|
And I’ll borrow words from all my favorite paragraphs to write a ballad while we say the things we hope will mean the most to me.