I don’t do drugs. I don’t smoke. I don’t party. I don’t stay out til’ 3 am on a weekday. I don’t skip class, but i don’t make you proud either. You’re always nagging at me because i’m not focused, because i’m chatting to a friend while completing my homework. I’m not perfect, there’s kids worse than me. Why can’t you see that? I’m mad at myself for displeasing you. I’m sorry.
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