There has only been gone two days of this new year, and already he punches the pan he was eating fish and rice on, into my right hand. Because I did not look into his eyes when he was talking to me.
I mean you do not care about me, why should I care about you, the only thing you care about is .. what? .. High grades, good education, get money, and be rich one day. What I need is to love me for what I will become and which choices I choose, Chooses that I choose not you!
And you was eating so fucking loud I could slap you so hard so you could open your mouth again, I have told you SO many times do not open your mouth or make sounds when you are fucking eating something, it is so disgusting and it grows me so much that I want to die at that point!
Yay new year, new life .. same life, different years.
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