They keep fucking with me on this water thing. Sometimes I’m supposed to drink it and other times I’m supposed to put it on me and then, I’m not supposed to. WTF!?
Why does this idiot *help* me put on some shoes but when I try to put these ones on just sits there and laughs?
I still don’t understand why this idiot yells at me for going near water here but at home yells at me for not going in it?
How am I supposed to learn to put on my shoes if this idiot always tries to help me?
Why does this idiot always yell at me when I’m in this seat?
Why does this idiot always close the door to the juice when I want juice?
This idiot who I see everyday, feeds me, cleans me and plays with me—who I thought loves me—keeps yelling at me for sitting in this chair.
I keep asking for juice and this idiot keeps giving me milk.
This idiot continued to yell at me some gibberish for wanting to pick up the interesting looking item that I has seen someone earlier eating.
Grandma yells at me in a language I cannot understand about wanting to play with water and a straw cup which seem fascinating to me.