Why the fuck do you think every time I just teach my little sister frustrated because she's used to getting her way. You've always told me to be more mature and be the better person. How can I do that when you're contradicting your own words? Reprimanding me every chance you get when all I wanted to do is educate my little sister to things you never even tried to educate her to do? How come she's so special? I teach her things in life I taught myself cause you couldn't even be bothered in teaching me. You always taunt me with things I cannot do the simplest things. The basic fucking necessities. How "dumb" I am because I couldn't do the laundry or cook basic meals. AND WHO DIDN'T TEACH ME THOSE THINGS!? Parents are supposed to guide children through things like these. Instead you pick at me laughing and judging me. And guess what? Monkey see monkey do. Even my older siblings who looks up to you does that even if they don't lift a fucking finger to the chores without complains coming out of their second ass hole they call mouth. Shitting on me on being a nit-pick to my little sister when all I want is to teach her basic fucking manners. How clueless are you to not even fucking realize how neglectful, mentally abusive, and insolent of a parent you are. So much for being a person I look up to and can depend on. I've only ever wanted was your validation. All I ever wanted was to hear how proud you are of me. All I wanted was to spend more time with you. But you don't want that do you? All you see is a fucking problem. A dramatic child that needs to fucking mature beyond their years. To be smart. To have the expectations you want.
I'm sorry I can't reach your unreachable expectations. I love you and I don't want to disappoint you but I just can't help but feel invalidated. I've told you this before but you never seem to understand the words I've been telling you. I guess I'm just that irrelevant in your life my opinions means nothing to you. I don't even know why I'm writing this. How shitty of a fucking daughter am I right?
I'm so dramatic. I can't cry because of this. I shouldn't cry. I should be more mature it's so frustrating I can't stop myself from crying. I hate this.
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De Todoventing shit and putting shit to my day to day life likely on school, home, or just how being physically alive is treating me for this year. Or a year? Who knows it's until I feel like not sharing anymore I guess. None will be edited more than just...
