I'm using this to complain...
-.- Like my interweb diary :D
You’re not always bipolar, but sometimes I wonder what the hell I did to piss you off so badly. I feel like when you have no one else to blame, you go straight for me. I’m the reason your house is a mess, I’m the reason laundry isn’t done and I’m the reason for your unhappiness. We’re all unhappy, no one can be fully satisfied yet you expect it from us. I was your first mistake and I always said I’d be successful and buy you nice things when I’m older, that’s because I want to make it up for ruining your life. When you yell at me for something I didn’t do or take part in, you make me feel like shit. Sure, I’m the oldest child but I doubt that’s what “taking responsibility” really means. Also thanks for throwing out my clothes, you’re the best.
I swear there’s something wrong with you sometimes. you can’t help but be an ass to anyone you meet. I hope you never reproduce, that’ll be a sad day for your unfortunate children. I’m sure i’ll regret saying any of this, but to keep myself sane, i’ll have to spill the contents of my head onto here for now.
(Source: poshypocrite)