I'm so fucking done with the way she treats me
"Thanks for taking care of me because I got wasted hanging out with my friends."
to
"Don't yell at my other kids for being messy, punishment: Clean the entire fucking bathroom"
right cuz that makes sense
"you never do anything extra"
No. because I clean my messes up
if I don't, my bad
I'll admit it
and I'll clean it up.
but it's not good enough is it mother?
shall I just give you all my paychecks, clean your entire house, and run your children everywhere?
will this please you mother
shall I sew my mouth shut
to keep all the nasty things I have to say inside my brain
will this please you mother?
I can't wait to move out
fuck.
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