The theory of sad little girls

I was a sad little girl growing up. I thought I could always get what I want. Clothes, shoes, everything. Sometimes when I'd feel like everyone has turned me down, or the world is laughing in front of my face, I'd lock myself in the bathroom and cry. Cry 'till my heart aches and until I realize that life goes on. This was me, then and this is still me now. I always have this perception that when you make a bad impression, it is always what people will think of you, no matter how much you change in the future, take ten or twenty years when you don a successful career and you strive hard to become the beautiful self you were dreaming of when you were a little girl. You will still be that same sad person you once were. And there's no hiding it.

Now, I think I'm more mellow about it, sometimes when people think otherwise that I'm such a person, I'm like fuck it, I don't give a damn. Other times I would sit in my room and contemplate. I would even ask my dad, as a young girl, "Daddy, what is wrong with me?", and my dad would tell me that I am his perfect little angel. Dads overexaggerate sometimes. That's why when you turn twenty and you are an only girl, he still would not let you go.

I will have to face the consequences of being an epitome of perfection. No matter what I do, no matter where I go, I will always be daddy's little girl. And there's no escaping it.