"...without my permission." Instant tears pool within my eyes. It's like a punch to my stomach. I love how the words are written, but hate how skillful they are in raising the once happy memories that will never be again.
*It's not a curse, it's a gift! *Who told you, us, that we are half anyway and what made you believe that. We are not half. I know what i am talking about, i made children myself. You know what, think, feel, cry, scream goddammit! Make up your own mind and it doesn't have to be the same as mine. But stop accepting BULLSHIT *Cause you all are going to feed your children with it and there is nothing wrong with them. YET. They got the most spectacular and brilliant ideas, if we just let them.