There is nothing wrong. With anyone. Education comes easy and love doesn't. We screw up, take wrong decisions or we just lose ourselves completely and make a royal mess of things. We get irritated and grumpy. We are young and we are wasted.
They're people who'd rather focus on your handwriting rather than what's written on the page. They will not appreciate that you can read fluently in four languages but would rather mock your accent instead. They'd rather make fun of your physical attributes than appreciate that you're the one person they come running to when they want something from the top shelf. They'd rather smirk at your sweaty hands rather than try and understand what it's like to be constantly in need of hydration and how the Indian summer screws you over more than most other people.
You're living with people who refuse to grow up. Who can't stop being petty because they'd have to face themselves. You have to pretend about caring to remember birthday and events in their lives while they pass you by. When you pull away they claw you back into their lives as if you matter and always did. You do not and never will.
In the midst of all of this, despite the blogging like angst filled teenagers you have nights of laughter and disdainful humour and still manage to somehow be.
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