It's a hidden fact already.
I always say things that I usually don't actually mean to say.
Stuff I said that sound as if I'm giving in, losing the argument or just can't be bothered.

I'm fine with it, just go get enough sleep for tomorrow.
Do you really think I actually wanted to say that?
You didn't even ask me Are you really sure?
It hurts me to even think that you don't care.

But, being reasonable, I know you're tired.
But even for a minute can kill you if you're sooooooo deadbeat?
Fine, be that way.
I can't argue with you anymore, because it brings so much heartache.

I love you.
But being in this situation makes me uneasy.
I don't want to lose you, but things are pretty much difficult for us now.
I'll leave you alone till you're okay even if it takes days.
I'll surrender, I'm just minding my own business now.



Anyway, Happy Birthday Dad.
I'm sorry if I didn't grow up as much as you expect me to.
I'm sorry if I had been very stubborn and hot-headed.
It's not because of you, really, it's because of me.
I'll try to be a good son, but I can't promise you I'll stop hurting you.

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