with the amount of stuff i have to do
im behind on work because i dont have the time
i sleep pitiful amounts because i dont have the time
i rarely eat because i dont have the time
when i do eat, i generally don’t hold it down.
you nag and nag at me but i dont have the time to do what you’re demanding of me.
so when dad yells down the phone that i’ve not rung him, it’s my fault for saying “yeah, sorry for being busy.” and him hanging up.
you say “hes not the easiest person to live with, its not his fault”
why the fuck did you marry him then?
you think my life is just peaches. you have actually no idea. because you don’t care in the slightest.
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