When I tell you I want to visit a snowy place some day and then you mock me in a voice saying "you want to visit a snowy place?" I know you are judging me.
When I tell you I'm excited to get a tree today and you say "you're not just depressed you're not in a snowy place?" I know it's more mockery.
When you get irritated about me telling you my dreams and you say "why don't you one day when I'm not in school in January say "let's go to the mountain" I can sense that you hate me telling you about my goals and desires.
I feel so disrespected by you sometimes it makes me sick.
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