It’s basically a hapless venture; I shouldn’t have brought myself so much hope in the first place. To decline me flatly would hurt, but to say stuff like “Don’t ask me this kind of things I don’t know” in a couldn’t-care-less, nonchalant manner is plain murder. I will never understand what you really mean, except the fact that you’re pitting yourself against my patience. Yes, I’m young, adventurous and reckless. But shouldn’t you be more responsible for raising your child in a proper manner instead of your “don’t ask me” attitude. I’m so put off. As least Dad understands, and he bothers to ask about the details. You? Do you even bother to get the facts right? Do you even bother about your child? Do you even bat an eyelid? Now you should guess why I keep running away from you.
I’m going to keep myself busy AND out of the house as far as possible, so that I don’t have to face a happy family full of irony.
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