I like how you can fucking scold me every fucking time and twist everything to make it seem like it's my fault. Go ahead, you can always find a reason to scold me and pick on me and everything will seem like it's my fault. Not directly implying anything or trying to sound like a little small brat but you are full of yourself you know that? You are. You think the world revolves around yourself and everything must be done for your highness. Everything must go your way, if not, it's our fault. & your argument is always valid, if perchance I make sense, you bring up something personal, making it my fault again, and like as if it is my obligation to do you right, and do you good.
It is my obligation to.
It never is because I want to or don't want to.
But I have to. It's an obligation. Like a little servant I am, not being to do things I want and do up the things I want because it gets in your way.
You sleeping in a perfect nice condition is totally a reason why I have to spoil my eyes in the dark. Right, my fault.
Yah, sleep. Sleep all you want. Or more like whatsapp and tweet and everything else in the dark.
Don't bloody forget all the times where I am trying to sleep and you watch videos on maximum volume just because you don't have your earpiece. Tell me which environment is worst to sleep in, with lights or with sound?
But you can't understand it do you?
Because everything is about you.
You. You are the only one in this world and everything revolves around you. Nothing must go in your royal highness' way.
Your royal highness must be served.
Your royal highness must have whatever she wants.
Your royal highness must order around.
Til' she gets what she likes.
Nothing, and no one ever matters.
Because your royal highness wants things her way, no matter what.
I'm sorry to fucking disappoint you, your royal highness.
I wasn't the one who had all the attention in the world just like you did.
As I've said, your royal fucking highness, 12/12/11.
Remember that fucking date.
Or I'll make you remember it.
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