You say you're always giving me my way and following my ways.

Fuck.

I've followed you for 21 years of my life.

I'm 25 years old now. It's always about you guys. 

When is it about me. It's never about me. Even if it's my lllness, it's still about me hurting you. 

You had a fucking responsibility for my life because you decided to have me. You had a fucking responsibility to be there for me and actually take care of me. Not to leave me to grow up on my own.

Not to treat me simply as a fucking obligation or accessory to your goddamn "american dream life."

You had a responsibility and chance, many chances, that you foolishly and carelessly squandered. You had that responsibility and you fucked it up. You fucked me up. And it's still not about me, ever. 

Fucking bullshit. I'm done.