I'll be here,

I'll always be here for you.
No matter what.
It's a promise I'm not willing to break.
At least, not now.
So you can lean on me.
You don't have to bottle it in.
I'll walk by your side the whole way.

That doesn't help the situation whatsoever.

Yelling at me for the same reasons over 10 times?
Yeah, that doesn't do shit.
Actually, no, it does do something.
It makes me want to rebel even more.
And now, I'm at the point where I simply don't want to do it.
I know the basics of what's good for me. I know that I need this.
But you yelling in my goddamn ear about how I need to hurry the fuck up and do it?
No. It doesn't do anything but make me want to do the opposite.
I know what I need and what I don't need to do.
I don't need you and your commands to go and prioritize my life for me.
I don't need your constant reminders of what I need to do. I already fucking know.
I prioritize my life according to the things that I believe are important to me.
Not you. Get that through your head already.
Seriously.
All I want you to do, is move on with your fucking life. I'm old enough.
How about yelling at me for things that actually do matter?
Or things that I have actually done wrong.
Really.
You're suffocating me.

I can't say anything.

You say this and that.
You say it as if you have the perfect life.
You say it as if everything is just fucking dandy.
And I can't say anything.
I can't judge you.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know what you do.
I don't know the life you live.
I can't judge the words you send to me.
But I'll wait.
I'll wait for the catch to your "perfect" life.

I'm grateful.

I'm grateful that you've given birth to me.
I'm grateful that you've raised me.
I'm grateful that you aren't abusive. That you are kind parents.
I'm grateful that you aren't addicted to anything.
I'm grateful that you want to give me a good influence.
I'm grateful that you don't try to involve yourself in my personal affairs, even though you want to know.
I'm grateful that you give me my space when I need it.
I'm grateful that you're there to tell me the wrongs and rights. Even if I don't want to hear it.
I'm grateful that you've never said anything horrible to me.
I'm grateful for the roof you've placed over my head, the food you've fed me, and the clothes you've let me worn.
I'm grateful that you registered me into school and given me everything I need in order to learn.
I'm grateful that you worry about my health, and care about my being.
I'm grateful that you've given me money for various occasions.
I'm grateful that you allow me to go out and play with my friends.
I'm grateful that you work hard day and night to provide money, food, and shelter for me.
I'm grateful that you're not one of those strict parents.
I'm grateful that you try your hardest for me.
I'm grateful that you put up with my rudeness, my obnoxiousness, my bitchiness, my mood swings, my shouting, my anger, everything.
I'm grateful that you take time out of your life to bring me to the doctor or somewhere.
I'm grateful that you constantly think of me and care for me.
I'm grateful that you want me to live a better life, and therefore work hard for me and my well being.
I'm grateful for all of the things you've done for me.
Thank you for being amazing parents.

You say you know me.

Because you gave birth to me. And you've raised me.

But that doesn't mean you know me.

You know shit about me.
You don't know anything.
Yeah, you know my little habits and shit.
But you don't know anything that runs through my mind.
You don't know my goals.
You don't know what I think late at night.
You don't know how my body works.
You say you know me because you've given birth to me and raised me?

Yes, you know a big part of me. But that doesn't mean you know me.
Fuck no. You know nothing about me.
Please quit acting like you did.
I'm grateful for all the things you've done. But by no means, do you know me.

I'm sorry

I should've been more considerate.
I'm sorry.
I was saying whatever I wanted to say without thinking about how you would feel.
I'm sorry.
I was careless again.
I'm sorry.

But it was the truth.
And it was my honest opinion.
That, I am not sorry for.

I didn't mean it.

I take it back. I'm sorry. Don't take it seriously.
I just said it out of instinct.
I wasn't really listening.
I'm sorry.
If I screw up this friendship with you because of that one incident.
I'm so fucking sorry.
It wasn't suppose to be like that.
It wasn't suppose to be this wierd.
I hope this can just be forgotten. I hope that this was just nothing.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I was too careless again.