PrettyLittleCactus

I tell him that I would like to think of myself as complex. He says "You're simple". I tell him that I am puzzled by the complexity of life. He says "You're young". I tell him that sometimes I lay awake in bed wondering what the significance of it all is. He says "You'll get there". I tell him that I have come to accept my role as one that doesn't hold much importance. He laughs. "You're emo". I am frustrated. I tell him that this is not just the product of some bitter girl's teenage angst. He just looks at me. I am angered. I ask him why he laughed. He says "It was funny". I tell him that I am old enough to understand what I am