honestly, sometimes i don’t know why i put up with you.
you actually embarrass me when we’re out in public. look at the people around you when you start randomly breaking out into song. do they look pleased? do they look like they’re enjoying it? maybe you just translate their expressions of horror and pain as ones of awe and wonder; you do have a tendency to be detached from reality.
i mean, i’m not saying you should worry about how other people think of you; feel absolutely free to be yourself. just don’t expect me to stick around, because your nonstop singing puts me in physical pain. i wouldn’t mind so much if you didn’t do it so often or for such long periods of time. and is my blatant look of boredom and habit of miraculously finding someone to text whenever you burst into song not enough of a hint? how do you think i feel when you go off on one of these musical escapades? excited?
when will you learn that i’m never actually paying attention.
or maybe you realize this and just don’t care.
it’s just one big ego boost for you. you do it for yourself; to validate yourself.
and please stop asking me to agree with you on absolutely everything; we are different people with different opinions (and yours aren’t always right, no matter what you may believe).
and please stop yelling at me in public for no good reason in an attempt to make everyone around us think you’re some kind of better than me.
i’m tired of your complexes.
leave me alone.