Me and Mr. Wrong get along so well, even though he breaks my heart so bad.
We got a special thing going on, Me and Mr. Wrong.
Even if I try, no, I never could give him up ‘cause his love’s like that.
Ain’t no way that I’m moving on. I love my Mr. Wrong.
When you do bad things, people call you a rebel. They say you have problems. But have they ever thought that some do it for the sheer thrill and enjoyment of doing these things?
Yeah, maybe there is an under-lying problem within me that I just can’t seem to find, or maybe I sneaked out, coming home from a night out or a friends house at 4 in the morning, completely plastered.
Either way, I do bad things, and no matter how many times I get in trouble for them, or how many people scold me for doing them, I’m going to do them anyway. All I wanted to do was to get away for a bit. That was it.
Dad thinks I’ve been going out too much lately. True. But that’s only because he probably got used to the girl who spent 2 years working so hard, then decided to take MBA, rarely partied or went out at night or during the day except if it was on a date with mom, RR or cousins and even then I’d be home by 1am, sometimes even earlier. Yeah, that was pretty much my life for 2 years and as much fun that was, I was practically robbed of my social life. I don’t regret a thing, of course. I still had one of the best times with said people but I definitely missed out on socializing with different people, with my best friends, with new found friends.
I spent 2 years cooped up in my own little world that I missed out on what a 23 year old girl should experience. Partying all night, having no care in the world, going home late, sleeping when the sun rises and getting up at 4PM, hangovers, meeting boys, etc etc. And so now I’m trying to catch up on all the years I missed out on. I don’t think dad quite understands that. I texted my mom asking for her take on the issue, but she’s been really bitchy and PMS-ing like crazy lately… She wasn’t been more supporting about my new found social life, though. She was the one who was always telling me to explore my options and see what the world has to offer and I wish I listened to her back then. Moms really do know best.
