A continuation

I know I'm not the most hardworking or best person ever. I know that upsets you. You're better, but not perfect. You still do things that I do. Of course, you may not do anything. But don't stray away from the things that you do. "We all know you don't pick them up." "You do the same thing." Screaming. Mommy walked in. What a stupid argument. "I wasn't trying to attack you." Neither was I. I just gave you a simple reply. But you had to sit up defensively, raise your voice. All the works. You went to go sleep in the closet because of an argument about clothes (that you started by the way). You don't argue with anyone else like that. Just me. Happy early thanksgiving.