I don't even know what to say to you when you call anymore. I feel like nothing I ever say is good enough for you. If I go out, you ask me to stay home with Dad. If I stay home, you accuse me of being boring and ask me to go out.
Does your brain even hear what you're saying?! Does it not sound even a little unreasonable to you? Well it does to me.
Talking to you is just one of those highly draining things. It's almost as bad as listening to inquisitivus talk about universities. To you I seem to be this two dimensional thing that is only capable of being either very happy or very sad, so that when I'm not happy, I'm sad, depressed and utterly morose.
Well, I'm not. I have more than two moods [believe it or not]. I'm just so tired of hearing you complain about me being always upset all the time because I'm not. And I'm also tired of you trivializing anything I say.
Suddenly it's like you're the only person who is allowed to complain about problems. If I see things as problems it's because I'm some sort of angry teenager who just has a problem with everything, and that if I change my mind set, my problems will miraculously disappear.
English essays are so much fun, aren't they?
Honestly, how can anyone take you seriously?

And as for you.
Who the hell says things like "That's your problem"?!?
And the best thing is that I don't even know how I'm meant to read that.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt, really. Just for old time sake.
But I don't know if I can.
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