Fry's Life.

BECAUSE YELLING AT ME MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.

Father, fuck off.

Sometimes you need to view things from both angles, not just one.

Is it really my fault that my brother was throwing a hissy?

Is it really my fault that I got annoyed?

Is he really that more important than me?

Was it worth it to scream at me?

I mean, he wouldn’t fucking move back a couple inches, so I yelled. Yes, I yelled at him, after asking him to move nicely far too many times.

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN YELL AT ME.

I’m sorry that I get aggravated with the thing called my brother.

I’m sorry that YOU can’t get it through YOUR head that YELLING AT ME DOES NOTHING BUT MAKE ME ANGRY.

And I’m sorry that you see things only through the angle in which it was first explained to you. I’m sorry you don’t see other people’s points.

But most of all, I’m sorry I’m independant and can fix things by myself, so I don’t ask you for help.

And I’m sorry that you can’t accept that fact.