Ugh

Well thank you dad, for ruining the good mood. I leave off working on my paper to mow the lawn for you, the first time you ask, might i add, and yet somehow end up in trouble again. "I don't know how you do it Amanda, but somehow you always get out of doing any work". Gee sorry dad, i'll have to make sure next time that i actually do work. After all, the mowing belt breaking was definitely my fault, don't you think? Especially since i also somehow miraculously caused the only other belt we had here to be the wrong size, just because i'm sooo damn lazy i wanted to get out of mowing the lawn that badly. I'm sorry i place more importance on my schoolwork than i do on housework. I'm sorry you seem to think fixing my car and mowing the lawn is all i'm good for on weekends. I'm sorry i have a life. I'm sorry i have activities like track and band that take time away from me "working". What else do you want from me, dad? What more can i do to make you happy? Yes, you do always congratulate me when i do something special, when i get rewarded for my accomplishments. But sometimes, dad, it would be nice to hear it for no reason, to know that you're proud of me just for being who i am and not for what i do. No i'm not perfect. I never will be, no matter how much i try for you. Sorry.