Talking to family can so easily drive me up the wall sometimes.
I may be vague, but it doesn't mean that I don't have plans.
I may say that I have uncertainties, but it doesn't mean I'm unsure whether I'll reach my goals.
I may not rebuke, but it doesn't mean you can freely speak ill of the ones who gave me life, endlessly.
I have my own ideals, targets and dreams. It doesn't mean I have none if I never bring them up.
I like leaving certain things flexible, because that is the way I want to live.
I don't want to plan out every single day of my existence till death because that is just bloody insensible damnit.