blame me for the rocks and baby bones. (warwolves) wrote,
blame me for the rocks and baby bones.

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Okay, we get it, I'm an awful daughter and a disappointment and am going to fail in all I do! I understand! But perhaps you could stop acting like such a fucking martyr and, if you can't speak civilly when I enter the room (or stop that fucking sighing every thirty seconds), leave me alone! Yes? Yes!

Seriously, I was just dropped from one of my favorite classes. One would think she could be a tad, I don't know, supportive? I spent all yesterday crying in my room: I think I understand I fucked up.

EDIT; No, you know what, screw this. I am not going to sit here and feel sick to my stomach again just because of her.
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