You.
Do you not see it in my eyes?
Can you not tell how I feel?
Can you not tell that I hate how you chose her first?
Do you even care about family?
What about the promises?
Why does it matter if I wear this?
Why does it matter if I like someone?
Of course he's nice to me.
I'm not attracted to jerks.
And you.
Can't you see I'm finally having fun?
Can't you see I'm doing something?
Are you the only thing that matters?
Why can't you help yourself?
You're a grown man.
And you.
Why are you such a hypocrite?
Everything is okay unless I do it.
Has it ever occurred to you I'm not perfect?
I can't get everything right or remember everything.
You're not the only one telling me to do things.
Why do you worry more for her?
For him?
Is it because I shouldn't do anything?
And you.
Why do you change so much?
Sometimes you're my best friend.
Sometimes you hate me.
Why do you only care when nothing is wrong?
Why do we always talk about who you're mad at?
Why are you always right?
Why can't I be right unless I agree with you?
You.
