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It's perfectly fine for you to pray for yourself, grandparents, and the fucking turkey bacon before me. In fact, the only thing you even said to me this morning was to ask me to get the cat off the damn chair. Then you wonder why I feel a little down, you automatically assume it's because you told me to clean up some things. I don't care about cleaning up! I know it's my job, it doesn't make me mad! You don't even ASK why I'm mad, you always assume, assume, assume, then RANT about how it's my own damn fault. You never listen and whenver the conversation is remotely about or involving me, to switch it back to one of you own concerns, and you wonder why I'm so quiet. You're driving me insane. Stop trying to buy my love. I appriciate what you do for me, but for God's sake, I'd rather you talk to me for once! I am so lonely, I can't think straight. The cat has been a better friend to me than you, and he pisses in the closet. I try so hard, but you are unconcerned with my life. You show little to no interest in what I do, what I'm GOOD at, and treat me like a little kid who can be brushed off, given a toy, and ignored.

I AM SO LONELY...