My Specialty is Not Being Good Enough.

Seriously though? I'm applying for jobs, I'm working hard in school, and all you can do is criticize me. All the time. I just go to you for advice, and you tear me down. What do you want me to do? I'm sorry I can't get a cushy job like you. Working in an office anytime you want, copying and pasting things into cells, or babysitting for some rich people who give you huge amounts of money. Or parents who pay your insurance and for your gas. Why do I always disappoint you? I give you everything. I give you my time, presents, and most importantly ALL OF MY LOVE. Maybe I should just stop buying you all the gifts, and buying you snacks.