My perspectives and yours are world's apart. I know you care, I know you love me.

But hey, to me. You're breathing down my neck, you're trapping me in this pound.

Let's just say, you don't trust me and I'm just, to run out of a polite reason,

a fucking thorn in your life.

I'm going to prove it to you that I know what I'm doing.

And don't say, "i'm glad you're doing this for yourself."

because you bloody know deep inside,

i'm doing this for you and for you alone.

If i had a choice, i'd make my own mistakes, and screw up my own life.

my life is for me to decide, and not yours.

A levels marks the end of my choice and I patently know that.

I can't study at home, so I go out to study.

You say I don't study at home.

So I study at home and end up not getting anything into my head.

You say I'm not studying hard enough.

I think the idea of me studying so hard is hypothetically enough to cut diamonds.

What more do you want from me.

I tell you what i want but do you give it to me?

no.

This just makes me more frustrated than I already am.

Photography is what I love and I'm going to go any means to get what I want.

You're not going to stop me.

You're my parents for God's sake.

You understand me? No. Like you ever did.

I love you a lot. But, I need not need to love you now.