Sometimes I wonder if you’re for real with some things that come out of you. Is it the childishness I have to deal with or the utter refusal to be better? I hope I don’t start to resent you, because most of the things you say or do just pushes me further from you.
I don’t know how to tell you to grow up and do better. And if you have something to say, don’t be a coward. Say it with your full chest. I’m way too young and way too old to deal with an indecisive man-child.