Expectations

Communication is a two way street. You cannot expect me to inform you have something without ever telling me you want me to tell you. You cannot expect to perform an action you never inform me you want done. I'm sick and tired of this. And I'm sick of you being as rude as possible every time I attempt to make the necessary communication. You know what's said, I don't remember the last time you even said my name. We live in the same fucking house. You never say my name to get my attention. It's not even necessary because you rarely communicate with me. You never inform me of what's happening, what your plans are, nothing. Yet you have all these expectations, you never even tell me about. You converse with me through my father, not to my face. I've never heard you say my name in any conversation. I'm always, always "her" or "she. I'm not even used to hearing my own name, the majority of the time. This is exasperating. I attempt communication, but it's so hard when you make me feel this uncomfortable. My father's sick of me hiding in my room, but it's not like I'm comfortable anywhere else. This is ridiculous, and what's worse is I can not wait to move out. I hate that feeling, I want to be content here. But I'm not. I'm so completely, indefinitely sick of this. Whatever. Back to my homework.