i don't know why you hate me lately, but you sure seem to. it's the little things i notice, and you should know that for me it's all about the little things. like, you give me shit and hold it against me for me not being home on new year's day to pick up my room so you could vacuum and therefore, my room has not been vacuumed in 2 weeks. today, nina had to work and what do you do? you pick up her room and vacuum it.
i mention this and you say, "trust me, you wouldn't want me picking up your stuff."
i say, "what's that supposed to mean?"
you say, "just trust me."
and i say, "what do you have against me anyways?" and when did this start dad? you give me a hard time all week and tell me i am not sick when clearly i am.
it's "what are you doing home? you're not sick." no, no i'm not. you see, i chose to stay home and miss 2 days of school in my very demanding program just cause i felt like it. you know, i faked staying up all night coughing and blowing my nose and only pretended to sleep all day thursday and friday cause i thought it would make me look dramatic and mysterious. god. grow up. you make me feel like a teeange drama queen when you're the one fronting these spats! getting mad at you when you treat me unfairly, which is just what you are doing. why don't i get any sympathy from you? and what did i do? what the hell happened to you and what is it being taken out on me? i'm the responsible one! i pick up, i clean up, i wash the car, i do the dishes, i lend a hand, i make an effort to get to know you and it never gets me anywhere. why do i feel like i'm constantly begging you for your approval? because i am. it would be nice to hear that you're proud. i don't even need to hear it, but you could at least show it.
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