"why can't you be supportive of me?" i asked my parents.
my mom crossed her arms. "we just think you need something better to do than write books about how sad you are."
i rolled my eyes and looked away.
"i get that you're trying to express yourself, but i think your caught up in creating sad scenarios that you put yourself in one and-"
i didn't let him finish, i walked out of there.
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