disappointments

lost sunglasses. scratches on the floor. earrings left on the carpet.

somehow, i can never please you. somehow, i always seem to end up disappointing you. i thought that at the age of 23, i'd have learnt to deal with it by now.

but you still make me feel like i want to kill myself everytime you get mad at me. no kidding.

i will never get it right.

sorry, Old Man.