Glad You're Vindicated

I'm so sick of someone constantly bitching and moaning and complaining about me to me.
Why don't they just seperate already, all I ever hear when I get home is yelling about the pettinest business. Does anyone ever think that no one ever really wants to hear it? Especially someone who lives there twenty-four-seven?

Today just wasn't the best. I was called downstairs from studying only to be blamed for everything that's out of place and has gone wrong in the past week. Oh for heaven's sake, please take responsibility for your own actions. They want me to protray in my actions the role of a muture adult, but obviously it's inimatetive when they themselves cannot protray one.
I really like how I was scolded for thirty minutes about how I am such a slob and leave a huge mess in the morning for someone to come home to and clean up. Well I'm glad as this whole "argument", that lacked the other side, was taking place, the real person to blame sat there in silence. Glad you're vindicated you sorbid bitch. Glad that I took the blame for something that I'm never convicted of. Thanks a whole lot for sticking up for me when you know that if you so much as uttered one word, every line of disgust that was shown toward me would've been taken away.
So as I sat there at the table during our dinner with a little bit of hostility towards you, I don't think you had one right to be altered by it.
I also love the fact, that somehow my grade point average of a 3.8 doesn't mean anything, but the fact that I have a current average of a 71 means that I am some sort of devilish creature. Sorry that I can't understand something and that I am so preoccupied with all sorts of things you make me collaborate with that I don't have time to perfect an art. I apologize that I am so sleep deprived and that when I walk in and sit through an hour and half long class that is so soporific I don't exactly catch on because I drift off. I really do apologize for my lack of motivation, because as you know, "I don't give a rats ass" and a "Filled future doesn't mean a thing" to me. Oops, you got me.

And please don't even begin to flatter yourself and say that I make all decisions only on the basis of spite towards you! I would never act out of spit, nor ever make a decision that revolved anywhere around you and your thoughts. Ha! I laugh at your complete ignorance. I make decisions based on my likes/dislikes/outlooks/perspectives ect.

And I just want to know, why you're not even slighted by the notion that your son is on scholastic probation, but a mere 71, which happens to be an advanced class counting as an 81, makes you build up enough steam to run for eight miles.

So after I cleaned up your filthy pigsty of a kitchen, made your dinner, and the once again cleaned up after you, and proceeded to the stairs to finish my studies and my duties as a student I gladly said my de rien's with as much spite in my heart.
Because that's just how I work you know.