I am ready to walk out of my life. Leave everyone and every thing behind. I just no longer care. At this moment I do not care at all. I'm so angry. I want to cry, break stuff, scream, walk out of this house, anything, something.
You work hard and I'm lazy, taking care of a child like I'm somebody's mother when I'm called by my first name. Thanks a lot for that. That made my night. As did throwing my depression in my face. I hope you felt like a man.