i grew up pretty much like a rich brat (despite being in a lower middle class family).
neither my mom nor dad paid attention to me while i was growing up and they're forcing me to converse with them...NOW? wait a minute. i have to keep my mouth shut at the dinner table? what was the reason for me to be around? why should i come home? and i'm the one that needs to sympathize with them because they couldn't stop working to talk to their kids a few minutes a day.
there hasn't been a time in my life where i haven't enjoyed my alone time. gtfo of it.
i've had eczema for 10 years now. 10 YEARS and they're only now concerned about it~! do me a favor and stop gawking at my skin. do me a favor and stop giving suggestions. do yourself a favor and listen to ME when i say that i don't want to take some crack pot medicine because i know it's a scam~!! 10 years. 10 FUCKING years.
you're 22 fucking years too late if you want to baby me. you're 10 years too late if you want change me.
i dont know what i'm saying.
i miss grandma a lot.