Limits.

This whole ‘forbidden’ thing is something I’m beginning to dislike. I mean, we’ve been told to get what we want, to strive for it. But that doesn’t necessarily apply to all entities. If you want chocolate, you’re allowed to get it. But if you want chocolate and you’re diabetic, you’re forbidden. This whole entitlement thing really does just get to you. When there’s entitlement, there’s limits. That’s basically it.

It’s like wanting someone, but you know you can’t have them. Why? The entitlement. For example, crushes. On teachers, on someone older than you, on celebrities. It’s out of the ballpark for us, because we keep saying to ourselves that they’re out of our league. They’re not out of our league, they’re just not labeled the same label as us. If entitlement weren’t to exist, we’d be able to be with anyone we wanted. Age is entitlement. Your occupation is entitlement. Your gender is entitlement. It’s so hard to explain this want I want you to feel. It’s like saying:

“I can be so good for you. I just see you, everyday.. there. It’s so tempting to not be there with you. And I know, by just this one touch, it will change everything. And this touch will make everything fall into place. You’re beautiful, and I want you.. because I know you’ll be good for me, and I’ll be good for you. I want you because I do.”

Sometimes, I just want to scream in vain. Because I’m not mature enough, age wise, to get what I want. Fuck that. You don’t know how my mind runs. You don’t know what it’s thought and seen. You don’t judge maturity on years, you judge maturity on experience.

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