Fuck you. You come to me for help all the time and I do, I help you and love you through everything. I ask you for emotional assistance ONE FUCKING TIME because my anxiety was picking up and I was PANICKING and you tell me to grow up. Now I don’t even bother telling you when I’m upset. Just fuck you. Go fucking play with your nasty sister and leave me home. Who needs to grow up again? Think about that. Think about it nice and hard. Delve into the chasm of your mind and tell me who the fuck needs to grow up here. Truly.