[Kindred]

So I'm ridiculously selfish, a brat, a bitch, I don't deserve to live in your house and all of this- but you're mr always right, mr angel, mr never do anything wrong. So you got your friend, your rich friend, sorry, a well thought out, handmade present as well as something else, but on my eighteenth birthday you pissed off to the football with this friend and threw some money at me? You did the same on my seventeenth. Getting to be a tradition here. You throw your weight around like you're something special rather than a big, suck up bully. You think it's fine and dandy to bring up my past whenever you're annoyed- and I'm amazed at your sheer audacity sometimes, the things you say. If you're angry, oh better go shout at Laura, better go get Laura to do something because she's an easy target, she's someone who can easily be scared and shouted at and hurt. Sometimes it feels like you don't give two damns about me.