Isn't it crazy

After years of torture, anguish, and rebellion, I still want my parents' approval. Some days I'm like "goddamn I hate you" and I wish I was an orphan. Then when I've done something cool I still want them to know, without having to tell them. I want to win the "let's compare our children's achievements" contest for them, because I know I'm impressive as fuck.

Then at the end of the day I'm like, "lol I don't actually wish I was an orphan, I just wish you'd love me for who I was and be less of an ass".