Wandering.

I’ve always felt like I’m out of place in this world, I’ve never felt like I belong in any particular setting, even with my blood family I’m more of the outcast, the black sheep, all because of my parents reputation, I’ve never held anyone’s trust because my mom is who she is, and the things she done, all the lies. I’m generally very honest as long as you don’t try to restrict me. Ya know don’t try to control me, because that’s going to make me have to lie to you because I can’t do as I please freely, if I take care of myself what’s it matter what I do with my free time. Why badger me and try to control me when all you get is failure and resistance. It’s a losing game for you, and I’m just going to end up doing what i set out to do, where you could’ve known exactly where I would be because I have no reasons to hide anything, people have always confused me with their ways.