I HATE PETER WHO IS MY PARENTS

Dear Peters, I hate you. I hate you because your rude and you don't listen to your own daughter. I hate you because you won't let me lie down when I come home for more than 3 seconds before you start to nag me about my room. I hate you because even though I am terrified of spiders, you made me sleep in a bed full of them. I hate you because you won't let me sleep in HER room so I can be in a clean, spider-free room even though SHE won't be back for like 3 weeks. I hate you because you don't care about your daughter who is pissed off. I hate you Peter, because you always runaway when we argue, and when I try to talk to you or prove my point you yell at me for argueing. I hate when you say your right without proof, or without reason tell me Im wrong, because your an adult and Im the child. I hate when you constantly remind me to do something because you think Im gonna forget. I hate how whenever I do this, and this and that for you, you are still acting like the victim, your still mad even though I've cleaned my room and unpacked and have done the laundry. Like I should feel bad for you. Guess what? I don't. Dear Peter, grow up. I hate you.
-Colossally-Creeped-Out-In-Canada