Thats how you want to play?
After one week of doing nothing. And just when I thought things might actually work out.
So heres what. They won't.
You don't feel like it. What about me huh?
Its always about you. You don't feel like washing the damned clothes, washing my damned shoes, don't feel like cooking dinner randomly and sometimes lunch, and you complain when I eat out and come back. Even though you don't do anything else.
I shouldn't do this, because YOU don't think I should do this. YOU think I'm not studying enough.
Well how about this for a change. I don't feel like studying. I don't want to come back home after a day out at school and wash my shoes and plates because I don't feel like it. I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. Sound reasonable to you?
I don't want to listen to you because I DON'T FEEL LIKE It. I don't tell you when I'm coming home because I DON'T FEEL LIKE coming home.
Its always about you, nothing else, you and your huge ego or whatever . Just Fuck off, I've had enough.
I've never tried to assert my superiority. My problem is that you think you're the fucking centre of the universe. You and him included. In fact he's worse than you.
I can't believe it took me so long to get it. You didn't have me so you could raise a child, you had me cause I suppose YOU felt like having a child.
Obviously I should be spending 7 hours every fucking day studying because YOU DON'T FEEL that your offspring should be wallowing in mediocrity, and fuck what it does to me, because it doesn't affect how you feel.
Obviously what happens to other people doesn't matter. Obviously you wouldn't care if I died except for the fact that people would ask awkward questions. And people would whisper nasty rumours about the family whose eldest son jumped off a building.
Well I stopped caring if you died or not a long time ago, and just when I started caring again.
Its not going to get better this time, because I DON'T FEEL LIKE making it better.
How about that.
Bitch.
Labels: hypocrisy, open letter, rant
