I am usually independent and rather let you sleep in, than to even fetch me to the mrt. All I asked for, is to feel a little loved on my birthday. You would rather spend your effort buying some farking pies for the farked up relative , than to send me to work. I already asked since yesterday.
It’s not about me being a spilt brat. It’s your insensitivity and callousness that I am upset about. There is a stark difference between ‘can u wait while I rest’ and ‘I ll even book a cab for you’. You just don’t care about how special today is.
You hate living like this. Sure. Leave me… It won’t matter to you anyway. I just a pest. A detestable one in fact. I never deserve your conditional love.