It begins with one thing, something on a happy note and ends with another in a disappointing, angry tone. (see what I did there?)
I really wish I had a lock on my door. I wish I could just for a couple hours and not have to deal with the horrible suspense that you could pop in any moment you want to "talk to me" and by that, I mean talk at me. I try to say something, you twist it around until it becomes something you want me to say. I end up saying it just to satisfy your needs. And still you wonder why I have the hardest time speaking to you.
Unlike my sister, I have a lot more trouble speaking fully from the heart with you. With others I find it quite easy, but with you, it is absolutely difficult if not, impossible.
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