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Of course you think I'm overreacting. You don't even care about the boundaries you've crossed. You don't even care about anyone other than yourselves and your little whims. After all, why do the other people matter? They are just an inconvenience in your little ignorant way.
Isn't it ironic how I don't even feel like my own house is my home? It's just four walls to wait in until you can finally go home to people who actually love and care about you.
Does respect even mean anything anymore?
Isn't it ironic how I don't even feel like my own house is my home? It's just four walls to wait in until you can finally go home to people who actually love and care about you.
Does respect even mean anything anymore?