The feeling of safety is what I miss. When I’m sleeping with someone I care about, I feel protected. When their arms are around you, anything could happen, but it wouldn’t matter because the pull of their arm and the warmth of their body shows that they are there. Their heartbeat intertwines with yours, for one moment you feel like one. This is what I miss.
You don’t go through half the shit I fucking do. You have it so easy. Mom and dad only give a fuck about me when they hear that I ditched school or that I have an F in math or when something serious happens. Not once have they gone to see me get a fucking award. Not once. I let you get away with so much shit. I always clean the room. You never clean shit. I’m tired of coming home to you asleep on my bed. You have a bed. Use that shit. I need my sleep at night, yet all of a slutten you need to finish up homework. I get it, it’s homework you gotta do what you gotta do, that’s why I let you keep the light on. But don’t fucking take my phone every night while its charging and I’m asleep to do whatever you want on it. Stop crying over shit. Stop giving me a fucking attitude. You’re becoming a young lady yourself. At least have the decency to act like one.