It doesn't matrer

So I was a bitch all day. When I sat with you and J laughing about the dog, watching and talking with Ed while he did the gate, thanking him over and over, helping with the broken glass, in the living room with Ed J and you, then your mom....all of that was me being a horrible person. I guess I'm scum of the world to you. I'm mad because I cry. I'm arguing because I like to talk things out. I'm a loser in your eyes. You make fun of me. You don't share things with me. Why are you with me????