My parents are quick to criticize. After I showed them a piece of my work they were so quick to say it was good but I found this part confusing, it was good but this doesn't make any sense, it was good but it could be better. I never walk away with oh that was a nice piece of work, I always walk away with some type of criticism that I never actually needed. I just wanted you to have open ears, truly take in my words and appreciate that your daughter writes but here I am walking away with a heavy heart filled with your input that I never really wanted. I was sharing this out of a courtesy to you. Putting you into a piece of my life that sometimes I don't think you even deserve to know. My parents are quick to criticize and they always let me know.
Criticize
My parents are quick to criticize. After I showed them a piece of my work they were so quick to say it was good but I found this part confusing, it was good but this doesn't make any sense, it was good but it could be better. I never walk away with oh that was a nice piece of work, I always walk away with some type of criticism that I never actually needed. I just wanted you to have open ears, truly take in my words and appreciate that your daughter writes but here I am walking away with a heavy heart filled with your input that I never really wanted. I was sharing this out of a courtesy to you. Putting you into a piece of my life that sometimes I don't think you even deserve to know. My parents are quick to criticize and they always let me know.
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