Jesus christ, do I know I've made bad life decisions. I really wish I could get out of them.
I'm practically throwing away my life to live with a child who can't handle the real world. Like. Fucking grow up. Cried twenty times? Sure, I had my anxiety attacks, but I fucking got over it. I got my shit together and I've done something with my life, I haven't sat around wasting my time and other people's money. I got a job. I got into college. I got my drivers license. There are so many more important things than conventions and friends, and I realized that a long time ago and accepted it. But how am I supposed to trust you to follow through with anything when you tell me things like that? Crying doesn't get you anywhere. Crying doesn't get you through your first rent bill or your first day of work or your first college class. So excuse me if I hate myself and you for ever committing myself to such a useless person.
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