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.

Hearing rumors about you being “chickboy” is getting old and I kinda get tired caring / minding them.

There are times I wanna believe it, but then I realized, boys are boys; they’ll have to do their thing. I’m not generalizing but boys are innate flirt so I’m not surprised if you’re talking, texting, chatting, hanging out with other girls. 

I just hope you’re fully aware of your limits, boundaries and restrictions, babyboy.