Then what the fuck does that make you?
An unappreciative dickhead x10?
I fucking made you dinner like every night, brought you up ice cream, constantly padded you down with cool water (even once you were alseep to keep you cool), and layed with you like you asked.
And I was happy to do every second of it because it made you feel a litte better. Even if it was just for a second.
When you went to sleep, I WAS NOT MAD. I WAS TIRED AS WELL, I DIDN'T MIND AT ALL, I WAS TIRED AS WELL.
WHAT MY MOM SAYS IS NOT ME, AND DO NOT SCREAM AT ME AND SAY "SORRY FOR SLEEPING"...
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SORRY...
BUT FUCK, IM SORRY FOR FUCKING CARING!