I am not a perfect daughter, but you want perfect. You always compare me to other people. And I am sick of it. I am sick of you putting words into my mouth. I am sick of you yelling and screaming at me and expecting me to study as soon as you do all that. I am sick of your hypocrisy. I am sick of you interpreting my future the way you want and calling me a failure. I have cried enough tears. Enjoy life without me.
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