I've given you chances, lots of chances.
Please, please just stop making my life miserable.
If I've said it once, I've said it twice.
(I've said it four times, actually)
I'm not your girlfriend, and I don't wanna be.
What's wrong with me being around boys?!
I'm not even doing anything I shouldn't.
I'm making friends, that's what I'm doing.
You wanna control who I bond with, too?
I don't have to, I don't want to give you reports of what I'm doing.
I don't have to tell you when I'm eating,
when I'm doing my homework,
When I'm shitting.
I'm happy with my life as it is.
Stop suiting yourself in my life so comfortably.
You think you know me; well you don't.
STOP.
Please, just stop.