His oversensitivity makes this silence so unecessarily awkward. Whenever I confront him, I do get in his face like a jerk, but I'm just SO SICK and TIRED of being talked about like I'm not there! I'm not a godamn child, I'm not a godamn wuss.. God. Fuck, man.
At least mom didn't talk shit to me about her mother's day gift I got her this year. Ah.
I used to be so analytical and now I just don't seem to have any will to even see or listen. OF COURSE I notice when it's too late. I sense another relapse coming soon
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