I tried helping you. I tried to give you advice. I tried explaining to you where I fucked up. I told you things I’ve never told anyone because I thought that since I was that ashamed of my mistakes, I thought that if I told you you would learn the importance. I thought I explained to you how important it was for you to not follow the same path to failure that I treaded. I thought it made sense to you… I thought you got it.
But I was wrong.
You ignored my advice. You still keep yourself on that pedestal. You’re still the conceited self you’ve always been — in fact, you’re worse now… you’re arrogant. You’re not a kid or a baby anymore but you still act like one. You act like one in the sense that you’re always looking for handouts, you’re always first to receive but you seldom give, and you do whatever it takes to get your way. Now that you’ve grown older, you’ve emphasize how well connected you are with everyone in town. Now, you boast your beauty, your significance… you dare to express the “importance” to put yourself above everyone else, just to prove to them otherwise all because one person in your life has put you down. You think you’re the shit. You might not actually say it out loud, but by your actions, you demand respect.
Fuck that.
I can tell… you act this way because all you want is respect. I can see by the way you carry yourself: you depend on what others say and think about you. I would laugh at the fact that you think those people that you surround yourself with are those that know you best… but I won’t. I won’t laugh at you because I made that same mistake. I won’t give you any sympathy. I won’t give you sympathy because I’ve already tried to help you. I won’t give you respect because you’ve disrespected me. I won’t treat you like an adult because of the simple fact that you have never once proven to me that you want to be an adult. You can’t even prove to me that you can act like an adult. I know you get frustrated with me because “I treat you like a kid,” but you know what, that’s how you act. That’s all you present yourself as… a fuckin’ child.
You’re not my kid, so why should I bother? If I wanted a kid to raise then I’d go out and make me a kid. The only thing I have to say is that I’m ashamed of your ignorance. I’m so tired of trying to babysit you, I’m done with trying to keep everyone in the loop on the hush-hush.. I just wanna quit on you. In fact, that’s what I’m gonna do. You can be the adult that you think you are, all on your very own. You go ahead and take it from here. All I’m gonna give you is my best wishes… Good luck.
