CenaFenrier

You don't say it but I feel it. Every time you base the value of my achievements on monetary equivalence. Every time you say it's my choice with disapproval already in your eyes as you walk away. Every time you mock me for trying to be an adult. Every time you think you are giving me freedom by simply letting me go completely. It is hard to believe that I once thought my happiness would be yours too. You just don't know how indifference hurt as much as comparisons. If you can't be proud of my life then perhaps you'll be proud of my...