Instead of writing my rules, I followed his. And that’s when I knew it all went wrong.
We don’t make the decisions, just does what we’re told where and when we’re told. We lives by rules made somewhere else by sons a bitches don’t know nothin’ about this place.
…and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires
There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can’t do.
The irony of rule followers is they often quote a lot of people that do not follow as many rules as they do.
Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.
FREEDOM IS WHERE I AM NOT A PRISONER CARRYING A BAGGAGE OF OTHERS RULES.
I’d made a long list of exceptions to cover the area between “ignoring her completely” and “abducting her at knifepoint.
Give freely, love fully, and play with fervor! Don’t put so many conditioned rules on your happiness. Life can be a beautiful experience if we allow it.
Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over.