Mother, I don't understand you. You tell me that you don't want to treat me like your parents treated you, and you do the same thing. I don't get it. You treat me like absolute shit. And then you want me to pretend like nothing is wrong. I do not get it! And frankly my dear, I'm fucking sick of it. Oh and dear boy, I don't understand you either. You tell me you love me, you tell me that I make you happy, and you tell me that you want to marry me. And you don't speak to me for hours, you seem more distant as each day, and you tell me that you hate life. You can't stand it, but what you don't realize is that I'M PART OF YOUR LIFE. I don't understand how you could think your life is so horrible when I'M IN IT! You don't make sense.