I hate this.
I miss living somewhere and feeling comfortable, I miss feeling like I’m at home.
I hate this. You’re cheap. You’re an asshole. You think you can take better care of me than anyone else in the family? Bullshit.
It bothers me that you make me feel like I’m such a burden. I don’t want to ask for you to pay anything. I pay for my school fees, train tickets, and everything, besides food, myself. You run a multi-million dollar company, your wife goes shopping daily, you buy your daughter toys everyday, but when I ask you for professional driving classes, you make me feel like I’m asking a bank for a loan. You’re selfish. I need to go to the doctor ASAP and you can’t go because you’re working all tomorrow?
You also tell me I can’t see my brother anymore? My brother is the only person in this family who doesn’t treat me like complete shit, and I can’t go visit him? Ill pay for my train ticket, hell I’ll take a taxi to the station.
You think you understand me? You don’t even know what medications I take, you don’t even TRY to learn. You don’t know what I go through with my treatments. You think that I made up my depression, my anxiety.
I’m just so fucking sick of this shit.