Dear Anonymous(es),
As a human, I need some privacy. So, when someone like me going through what I'm going through tries to nicely explain that he's definitely, 100% old enough to sleep in his room, I shouldn't get that kind of threatening. If you think about it, to him, it's some kind of using me, using the room. If he isn't even playing in there, he should AT LEAST sleep in it. And stop trying to deny I'm your "test subject" and that he and any other future siblings would be treated the same. Yeah, right. That's the most ridiculous lie I've ever heard.
Anyway, while you guys are trying to get the responsible, non-rebellious, technical side of me brought up (which you're failing in, F.Y.I, which only proves I have pretty good acting skills), you're ignoring everything else. What about my emotions? What about how I feel? I'm not the Little Miss Perfect innocent person you think I am, so if you already failed trying to build that side of me, can't you at least realize I'm not an errand-running robot with no emotions and which needs no time to rest? Can't you at least sit there and talk to me? Now that I think about it, do you guys even KNOW ANYTHING about me, how I feel, my personality? It was inside him, you know, everything you think is in me, but now it's just killed because of you guys taking it easy. You think he's the innocent little guy, and I'll tell you what he is: he's a liar, a faker, a guy with a mind like Kira. His faking makes him anything he wants to be. My acting, on the other hand, make me be the happy, no-worries person with a fake smile that people think is a real one because it's the only one they've ever known. I lie to you and act dumb so you guys don't worry much. But I figured you don't worry, not even a little. Don't you think I might need help in anything? Seriously, even saying he's not me? Do you really believe I'm perfect?
Yet you still call me irresponsible, you shout at me when he starts crying because he tried hitting me and I blocked that with my arm and his hand happened to clash into that orange bracelet, you blame everything on me because I'm supposedly the mature one, the person who knows everything. You don't even pay attention to the expression on my face when you ask me to do something and I haven't eaten for over 12 hours and was spending the whole day doing all the housework, closing the door on that little hot kitchen so YOU wouldnt be bothered by the smell.
If something ever happens to me, I won't be turning to you, rather away from you. Prepare for emotional breakdown. Can't you look or listen to your daughter?
Signed,
Emotionless errand robot living in your house.