Okay. So I have trouble loving myself, like most teenagers.
My mother doesn't try to help me; she gets offended. She says that I am half of her and it hurts her feelings.
Yeah, sure. I may be half of you but I don't like you either, sometimes, Mother.
Maybe I wouldn't have these problems if I didn't have an existential crisis every night if I don't take melatonin.
Maybe I wouldn't have these problems if we hung out more.
And maybe if you didn't think you fricking owned me.
I am my own person; I don't have to like the things you like; I don't like doing things I don't like to do, so stop trying to fix the fact that I don't like something by making me do it more often.
Maybe mother sometimes doesn't know best.
A/N. Wow, okay. This turned out kind of dark. But this is how I feel, you know? If you don't like how I am kind of a dark person, please read something else, I don't want to depress you, and my mind is a dark place.
Anyway, love you guys.
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RandomIf you can't figure out what this is, I don't think I can explain it to you. (Why I have the cover as half of Fall Out Boy, I am not sure)
