I’m tired of you giving me shit about every little thing in my life. I’m pretty grown up now, I think I can take things for myself. Who are you gonna lecture everyday when I’m gone? Because obviously Tim’s a little angel in the house. I’m tired of trying to meet up to your expectations because once I meet them, you don’t appreciate a single thing. Nothing will change, why do you keep making things harder for yourself? Sometimes I wish you’d see it from my point of view too, because I’m sure you went through the same thing when you were young.
