"You hate me and nothing I do is good enough for you".
Child, I'll waste a few moments here speaking truth to deaf ears. Your problems are exactly that, YOUR problems. They are in your head. To hate you I'd have to think about you. I don't. You are irrelevant to my life. I have no reason to care one way or another about anything you do. I've been nice to you because good manners are a survival skill, but you demand affection and respect without doing anything to earn either.
You are a two-year-old screaming for attention and candy in the grocery store of life, and you are not my two-year-old.
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