I feel that I don't get enough credit for what I do. Meanwhile for every fuckin' thing you do for me, you act like I owe you my fuckin' life. It just doesn't makes any sense. You think you're my king, because you carried my bag, after I asked you.
When I waited fuckin' six hours for you, you say that you never asked for it. Then wtf, why did you even let me wait that long...
You want to be with me, as long it doesn't take too much of you. It's all about you. I planned my whole life around you, what obviously was a fuckin' stupid mistake. Depending on you was the biggest mistake I've made since I met you. Sometimes it seems you don't care, since I always have to adapt to your world. I always go with you to family meetings, and I always go with you to your friends. But never have you tried to adapt to mine. You don't talk to my friends, and you never go with me to see family.
And even if I am with your family / friends. Sometimes I wonder why you'd bring me. You don't even speak a language I can understand... It makes me feel more lonely then ever, I don't have a family, or lot of friends. and seeing you with them, always reminds of what I don't have ......
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