You're always right, and I'm always wrong.
You always seem to assume every single lil' small detail and you always seem to make sure I look bad.
Maybe not intentionally.
But you don't seem to believe whatever I say.

Whatever.
Sometimes I really wish to just nail it in that I am no longer that much of a pushover already. That I do flare up, even though I probably feel bad after that. But I do have a temper.
Maybe that's the becoming of a full-fledge female.

Suck it up.