I hate being dead weight in your life.

No matter how pure my intentions are, they alway seem to backfire.

Then the fact that you are never satisfied ruins my aspiration of gaining your approval.

Could you be so kind and tell me what the fuck you want for me?

I’m aware that my opinion is dirt to you, so just go back to micromanaging my life and let me cry myself to sleep once more.

Don’t show those tears to me, I already know it’s just your self-loathing and disappointment.