Useless.
You’re useless.
You think I need you.
You think your incessant nagging somehow qualifies as helpful
and gives you an excuse to pine for my attention
as if I have any real reason to appreciate you.
Sure, you do the basic jobs any parent should do
you feed me
you clothe me (well… not really.)
you drive me places.
And I’m very thankful for that.
I’m really quite civil.
But don’t expect me to play along with your stupid little puns that no one really cares for.
They’re annoying.
“Actually, I think I’d rather have steak”
“Don’t call me Ashley.”
The word actually doesn’t sound like Ashley.
It hasn’t ever been funny.
I won’t patronize you. I won’t.
You’ve crossed too many lines for that.
I can’t tell you ANYTHING.
Why?
You’ll use it against me.
You’ll try.
Truth is, you’re an idiot.
Even your accent disgusts me.
I’m so done with trying to please you.