I’ll have you know that last fucking year I did absolutely nothing on my birthday. -Nothing- WE DIDN’T EVEN EAT OUT. NO YOU AND HIM WENT FUCKING OUT BUT YOU LEFT ME. BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T CARE. NO YOU GAVE ME $50 AND EXPECTED THAT TO BE ENOUGH. THAT WAS JUST FUCKING MONEY. NOW I JUST WANT TO GO ON THE TRIP. BUT I CAN’T FUCKING HAVE THAT. BECAUSE, I DO NOT GET EVERYTHING THAT I WANT.
C’mon I only cuss when I’m mad. You, you try to cuss all the time and it’s not funny. It degrades you, honestly.
It’s not anyone in this family but you. Every time we talk to you, it’s your opportunity to yell at us and tell us how we can’t do anything simple, right. If it’s so simple why don’t you do it.
You’re in college but sometimes I don’t understand why you must use that voice.
You don’t make the smallest effort to not try to be a burden to me. I want to stay after school to do stuff, but I don’t want to end up having to spend an extra 45 minutes just getting you to your house.
How slow can you be really? You’re always taking your time like I don’t have mine. Get your shit together.
You constantly complain how you parents don’t support you with your choices. You think that if they didn’t support you they wouldn’t have bought you guitars, an uke, and one of the most expensive laptops out there. You said “not fair” when one of your friends was going to visit California, WHEN YOU VISITED CALIFORNIA just a month ago. You visited the Philippines in the same year. Each time you came back you made me and my friend feel like shit. Being not enough for you, not having enough money to travel.
By far