You really get on my nerves.
I say how I'm feeling, and you put me down for it and play it off as though I have no clue what I'm talking about.
Even after how I try to take care of you and whatnot,
the second I do anything wrong I'm put down for it.
Yeah, you do talk about what a great kid I am, to everyone else, so why can't you talk to me like that more.
Not every little thing has to be a big put down.
Sorry I put away a few dirty dishes, I thought sixteen your olds make mistakes sometimes, but I guess I thought wrong.
It's not like I'm making the mistake to do drugs, or drink, or break the law, or to steal, or to pick fights, or to do any of that.
Sorry you don't recognize when I do help around the house.
Sorry I'm not perfect and am going to USC and am getting their masters in dentistry or whatever the fuck it is.
Sorry that I try to cover up for my brother's mistakes and get taken down for it just because I'm older and should know.
Sorry one of your kids fucked up pretty bad and is now getting on track at the age of 34.
You don't have to nit pick every little thing.
You're really one of the greatest people in my life, and I truly love you; but sometimes you need to back off.
I realize you're sick and whatnot, but let me take care of you and actually do my jobs.
Just because he messed up, doesn't mean you need to put me down.
I'm fucking sick of it.
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