it's just, sometimes it gets a bit too much you know?i hate hearing you call my dad some nickname. i hate that my mom treats you better. i hate the way i feel like my home is just a wee bit invaded. i hate how nice you are, cos that makes me feel even more guilty about hating the things you do. i hate hearing my mom and you having a conversation, i just can't stand to be there. i hate how my mom keeps on asking me to do things that makes me feel like i have to treat you like family. i hate that my dad is fine with it, even when he's not he just keeps quiet. cos that's just how he is. i hate that my brother's not here, i really need to talk to him face to face. i hate the fact that you drink protein shakes, it reminds me of my brother so much. i hate the fact that the radio in my mom's car is now permanently a chinese radio station. i hate how you talk as if you know my dog a lot better than i do. i hate the way you act all knowledgeable and my mom just nods and wholeheartedly agrees. sometimes i even hate myself for all these. cos i know you're helping my mom, and i know that she's now got company. and i know that my dad will worry less. and sometimes, i hate myself for just going along.
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