There have been times where I hated you, and wished you dead. mostly because you have made my life a living hell. honestly is a 2×4 the proper solution to being out of bed when you’re 12? or the smacking me in the face till I got a bloody nose just because I was still a little sleepy. every day I think about the way you treated me. the constant reminder of how stupid and worthless I was day after day.
and you wonder why I don’t want to see you anymore…or have anything to do with you. until you start to treat the people around you with the same respect that you think I owe you…maybe then I be ready to talk to you.