i don't know to stay put at where i am now, or to move away from you. mummy told me the latter would be better for me. i agreed but can't do it. each time i decided to take you outta my life, you come and mindf* me, you come and stir me, you come and act needing me wanting me. i told mummy that i felt like your toy boy. you love to use money to pamper me and satisfy me. you love to use certain words and actions to tie me down. even when i know very well from day one that, everything from you and me were very different in contexts even thou it's extremely misleading. i shouldn't give in to you and i shouldn't listen to your crap. i rushed back home for you, but do you bother do you know? you don't. you gave me all the nonsense and i tolerated it. i had to pacify you and the whatnots. you don't appreciate. blowing hot and cold is your forte. when i ignored you, you whined. when i'm by your side, you treat me as invisible. what do you want from me? i'm sick of this. i'm sick being your toy boy. i wanted more. yes i'm greedy. i know i'm in no position to ask for anything more than what i'm given now. but can you also be more reasonable? you only think for yourself, not for me. as you like, you will cuddle me and make all the lovely promises. as you like, you will chuck me aside with tons of excuses. you wanted me to understand you, you wanted me to grow up, you wanted me to do A to Z. i did everything as instructed. coz i like you. but that doesn't mean you can take me for granted. why can't i get the same from you? why does it always have to be me?



fullstop please..