I fucking hate you. I do. And you're my family, the one thing that I'm supposed to be able to count on, this one 'constant' in my life. I have an attitude problem, yes, I do. Why? Because of you. And now you can't handle it. And you yell at me for shit I say...and apparently shit I don't say. Why yell at me for something I didn't even do?
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