Pampered. Rebelious. Princess.

I thought I have outgrown them. I should be more composed, more rational, more matured. But these are not me. I realised, in doing so, I've become so much more agitated. I've become so much more hot tempered. I've become so miserable. Why the hell did I choose to be someone not me? I would be so much more happier being that rebelious, self-centred brat that I used to be. Who cares what...

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