frustration.

You know talking about you makes me smile But every once in awhile I wanna talk about me

Its never about me. I dont mind most of the time but every once in a while it would be nice.
maybe a note on my car, or coffee at work. Maybe suprising me outside of my class room. ive given you this list of things several times. it goes ok for a while and then back to your old ways. why cant this relationship be about both of us if you do anything for me i have to ask,even if ts only to ask how my day was.

i cook you dinner, do your laundry, clean your room. wait for you to comehome after drinking with yor friends make you a MBA name, check your mail text while your driving hold your stuff at work, carry your stuff home. I go to your sports game and bring you water. I take care of you when your sick. I let you eat my food, pick whats on tv an use my computer without getting mad if you play games. I always call you first. i let you sleep instead of drive me to school. I buy a footlong at subway because i know you will want the other half ,you drink my drinks when we go out. i go to UNT games even when i have stuff i need or want to do. I babysit around football games. I support you in whatever you do an push you to do better.

what do you do..pick me up from work.

does this seem fair?