I don't know what your problem is with me and I don't know why you say that I never do anything and that you do everything. It's like I never do anything or at least do it right. You ask me to clean up around the house,or fold towels and I do, but then in the next breath you tell me that I don't ever do anything. I am tired of always fighting with you and crying. I don't know where you came up with the idea that I care about my mom more then you.. I mean you are my dad and I do care about you.. I don't know what your problem is with me, but I do think that I am a good person and daugther..Birth sign: Pisces
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