an actual convo between me and my mom.
Imagine. I was just crying and want to be alone, my mom comes in:
"Are you done being depressed?"
"no."
"you done?"
"no."
"yes?"
"no."
"so yes. Ok I'll sit here."
and she sits next to me and started talking about school, a subject she knows I hate talking about...
The respect where? Here? Most definitely not.