I never thought I’d say this, but I really am at my breaking point. I’m about to just give up on you. This is all your fault. You don’t love me because you didn’t say anything when something bothered you. You just let it build up instead. And even though the things that bothered you were little and may not have seemed like a big deal, you were still not happy with something and you let them all pile up. You didn’t let me know that there were things making you unhappy. I’m not a mind reader. I can’t just know when I’m not making you happy if you just pretend that everything is fine. How can you say you wish it wasn’t like this but you gave it no effort? No matter how much you try to argue that you tried, you didn’t. You are so stupid for even trying to claim that you did. I want to hate you so much. You can’t just convince yourself that everything is fine and that you love me when you don’t think everything is fine. And here I am, thinking we have this great future ahead of us and our only problem is the fact that your mother hates me. I feel like an idiot for not knowing how it really was but then I remember that even though I was doing things that bothered you, you are the one at fault for not communicating with me. I gave you so many chances to let you tell me when something was wrong because I only wanted you to be happy. But you “don’t like confrontation.” Guess what, only crazy people enjoy confrontation. If you really wanted to love me, you should have said something. You are the laziest person I know. You can blame it on whatever you want, but I know that you are just lazy. So, I’m pretty much done begging on my hands and knees for a second chance. I’m starting to realize that you may be the most book smart person I know, but you are the biggest freaking idiot I have ever met when it comes to common sense. Come on. If I mean as much to you as you say I do, you would trust me enough to have talked to me about this when it came up the first time. Maybe when I finally just give you this slap in the face, you’ll realize how much I do for you. How much you rely on me. And how lost you’ll be without me. Because you don’t have a mom. And you barely have a dad. And you are way too immature to handle what you’re going through on your own. Grow up and grow some. I know that when the time comes tonight and I bring this up, I’ll sugarcoat the crap out of it. But you know what? I’m tired of trying so hard. I really am. I deserve a second chance, but do you?
