Please stop yelling at me. That’s all you did all my life. I know I’m stupid and dumb for getting into that car accident and falling and tripping and accidentally hitting my head on the ground. Because it is definitely my fault for that “accident.” Please just stop. This is why I don’t tell you anything. This is why I don’t tell you if I got hurt or get a bruise when I was little. Because every single time you find out, you yell at me. And for the record, it does not make me feel better. It doesn’t make the bruise go away either. In other words, you are not helping at all. Instead, you always just make me feel worst. For nineteen years. And yes, when I got into that accident, it freaking hurts thanks for not asking. I wouldn’t be surprised if I am in a critical condition in a hospital and you’re still yelling at me for being so stupid and not being careful. Yes, because I don’t have the brains to even think about being careful. Please, just…please don’t yell at me.
