Love it.
I love being called a screw up by a mother who doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings yeah I just love it.
I love being called lazy and over analytic. Well guess what, I feel like I need to have an answer for everything because I always have to justify everything I do, because of YOU.
Just love how my health is the least of your priorities when getting an A is more important than my freaking body deteriorating.
Nah that’s why it took you 6 months of complaining to take me the doctor where I was made aware that I was actually really ill, huh who would’ve thought, actually it was so close to being cancerous but eh it didn’t seem to bother you when I was sobbing in the doctors office, no because you went and made me feel worse by blaming it on me like I had a say in the matter.
Blame me all you want but you know it’s not the truth.















