If You Don't Care, Why Should I?

I just don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to pretend that everything is alright between you and me. You leave me, ditch me to go hang out with guys. You get high when you stay you'll stop - although we all know you only say that for attention. You complain about your weight, 104, and call yourself fat. If you're fat, then what am I? You say you don't eat. I've seen you. You'll go to the ONE place I feel at home, the Boardwalk (concert venue) and complain about every band and not understand what it means for me. If you're only at these venues for attention from guys, get out. Because I'm tired of it. I'm sick of you complaining about how many guys like you. Maybe if you didn't plaster your face all of the time, no one would like you. In fact, I KNOW plenty of guys would leave. And the way you treat your dad? You are lucky to even have a dad that cares enough to stick around. Get over yourself. You took away where I feel safe, You took away my self esteem, You took away my trust in people. So go off and be "friends" with the people who aren't going to be there for you. I'm done.