I thought she actually knew what I was going through, why I have to be here. But she doesnt. The way she fucking talks to me, she's like my dad. Choosing the worst times to fucking do it. Waking me up at 10 in the fucking morning to talk to me about a shoe misplaced or a sock turned inside out, STUPID SHIT. And it gets to her, but it also gets to
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