Yeah, sure mom. It's fun, screwing up my computer and then yelling at me like it's all my fault, isn't it? Isn't it just the ultimate fun screaming at me for an answer, then smacking the door of my room as you leave, me being left biting my lip until it almost bleeds just not to tear up in front of you? Oh, so much fun screwing my presents by tapping on it and doing something weird so my computer looks totally sucking and I can't repair it.
I love her then I hate her... Can't she ever be normal?
Tears are clouding my vision and wetting mt shirt, but who gives a damn?
I can tell you who doesn't for sure.
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