what the fuck. thats all i have to say. sorry for getting upset becuase you think my work isn't good enough. creative critisism is fine, but you really insulted me. I don;t like asking poeple for help. however if i truly need it i will ask for it. this is my job, my contract. you said you would help me made me feel like you don;t think i can do it... have a little faith that everything will turn out alright.
and now you make me feel guilty. just cuz i got upset doen;t mean you;ve done a bad job. you do pry sometimes into things i don;t want to talk about, or ask me mundane things when i have a long day , or a bad day , when i don;t really feel like talking. that doesn;t mean i don;t love you or appricate everything you have done fore me. your great and i wouldn't be me if it wheren;t for you.. and i like me. you don;t know how often i say how often i said tha i have the best parents ever. but thats doen;t mean i won;t get annoyed frusterated. just leave me be and i will get over it.
you had a suggestion which was fine you just presented it in the wrong way. i don;t like sit downs, they make me nervouse. but you know whatever.
you know, sure your kinda crazy sometimes, but i will probably end up just like you.
Love
here are my thoughts and ramblings, be careful not to drown
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