did i grow up according to plan(8)

I just wanna make you proud(8) ='/
I am sorry, I guess I will never be perfect,
and I will never be clever enough, or talented,
or pretty or anything else you
ever wanted me to be. I know it's too late
but somehow things keep falling
apart, and I wish I could talk to you again=/
the way we used to when ou where
actually around, as in my birthdays,
my festivals & all that sort of things you
missed. If i have to grow up,
I will grow up my own way.
Doing all those things we
never got to do, always prentending
that nothing's wrong
and that it isn't too late.