and you don't have time for me, or what's going on in my life, or my feelings or anything. the only time you even care to talk to me is to yell at me because i fucked something up, tell me to do chorse, and then say that it's all my fault when i start to cry.

but that's okay.

because really, even if you did sit down one day and just ask me how i am, i wouldn't be able to answer you.