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Wednesday, December 11, 2013
I just don't think you care as much as you say you do. It's impossible. When every time I try to get you up for something you give me a shit-load of attitude, and whenever I tell you to do something you should have already done anyway you act like it's the hardest thing in the world, most times you talk to me like you hate me and even when you do come in my room occasionally you always leave mad at me about something. Fuck you. I think you're full of shit. I think you're still trying to make mom think that I'm the bad person in nearly every situation, just like you have since you were five years old or some shit. it was always "Alyssa doesn't love me" or "Alyssa loves her friends more." IT'S HARD TO LOVE SOMEBODY WHO ACTS LIKE YOU DO. I love you, you bag of shit, I just don't like you. I don't like your character. You lie a lot, and you're a slob, and you don't take advice when others try to help you. Forgive me for not wanting to be around somebody who constantly tried to make my own mother think I'm a bitch behind my back. I hate that shit. If you have something to say about me say it to my face.
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