You know why I'm so damn pissed at you?

First and foremost, know that its been years. Years that I shove my own pride aside. Years of just putting up with you. Years of hoping that one day, you'll finally care. That one day, you'll finally appreciate the things that people do for you. That you'll say thank you. That you won't lock yourself inside your room.

The final straw was when you asked for my advice, and then you told me to shut up. Dearie, the truth hurts. If you didn't want to hear it, why did you ask me in the first place? Go get it from a "guy's point of view" then. Go get it from the million other people you care so much about.

Charity begins at home. Kindness. It starts at home. Generosity, sincerity, courtesy. Patience, love. Why is it so easy for you to take to friends, yet not your own family? Why is it that you just don't see all the effort put in by so many people, so you can sit on your ass all day and surf the net? Why is it that you can be unreasonable, but not anyone else?

I am sick and tired of dealing with your attitude. Frankly, it stinks. I'm sick and tired of mending what you broke. When you brush them off and walk away, you miss so much. You don't see the hurt in their eyes, did you know that?

"Where's Hannah?"
"I don't know. And frankly, I don't care."

Fine, go across the ocean and be far, far away from us.

I'll stand at the departure gates and joyfully bid goodbye.