Do you know that I cry?

You know what? You're an asshole. That's right. You piss me off so badly. Every time I do something, it's wrong. When I say something, it's wrong. Even though it's only two minutes later that you figure out that it's right. AHH. You make me feel so stupid. So small. All the time. If I talk with my mother during a movie, you tell me to shut up from the next room. You don't tell anyone else to shut up, just me. I can't even talk to my mom. Because apparently I disturb you too much. Well I hope you'll be happy when I move out. I hope it's soon, too. I can't handle all the shit you put me through, and I know my life might not be the worst on the planet, but it sure could be a hell of a lot better. Maybe you should take that job in Nova Scotia. You piss me off so much, yet I cry at the thought of you leaving me. I want you to leave, get a different job so that you'll be happy and so that you won't yell at my brother and I, but I want you to stay for some reason. I hate how much I love you sometimes.