Shut the fuck up.
I’ll go when I am fucking ready, alright? So here’s the fucking thing: I am not ready.
Stop pushing me to go live in your shoes, or follow in your footsteps or whatever shit you want me to do.
I can’t believe I’m so angry at you two. It’s this whole jumble of emotions. Betrayal, anger, disappointment, fucking pissed off.
Why the fuck do you want me to go so bad? I’m not ready to leave, alright? I AM NOT READY TO FUCKING LEAVE.
You push and push like it’s all ok, like it’s TEH PROMIZED LANDZ. It is not.
I hate how you keep associating me with your relatives. Let me rephrase that for you.
I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE WITH AN UNCLE I BARELY KNOW.
I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE WITH GRANDPARENTS I BARELY KNOW.
I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO A UNIVERSITY THAT MY UNCLE WENT.
I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO A UNIVERSITY THAT YOU WENT.
How dare you DEMAND me to go. How dare you.
Stop pestering me, you goddamn fucks.
I am not finished here. So shut the goddamn fuck up.
