I am SICK of your attitude that I have to live my life your way. I am sick of you trying to make MY decisions when you can't even change your own fucking oil in your fucking car. I am SICK of you trying to decide what I should and should not do, when I am doing the absolute best I can. I am sick of you leaning on me, finding answers from me, finding absolution from me. I am not your mother or your God, and I am not the person to make your decisions, YOU are. I am sick of you asking for permission, or absolution from me. I am sick of the condemnation and recrimination for my choices. I'm sick of you liking me being unhappy.

I want you to leave me the fuck alone and grow the fuck up and figure this fucking shit out yourself. I want you to put your neck on the line once or twice, I want YOU to own up to your own mistakes and fix them. I'm SICK of fixing them for you. I want YOU to pick up my socks and do some goddamn laundry and I want YOU to worry about me for a minute - and not try to leach off me to find contentment.

Now get off your goddamn ass and do the dishes or get a fucking job, because I am SICK of you living off my money and my hard work, and then bitching at me about how hard you have it.

I'm sick of you running to me every damn time you have a problem and asking for help and when I stop everything I am doing, all of a suden your mom or BF or GF or fucking neighbor you haven't seen in 5 years shows up - so you have to run out and get stoned instead of listening to what you asked me for in the first place!

FUCK you.

I'm sick of you even being alive.