Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening

I really love it when all expectations are dumped solely on me.

I should learn, I should change (or adapt?), I should do this and that too, I should keep going so I don’t lose the ability to write, I should read—but not that much. Maybe you could start by reading a second book first, just as a suggestion.

I would like to discuss things with you, but that doesn’t really seem possible. 

So what is left, except talking to an AI.
And even then, when we do discuss things, my words go straight through your head, as if there is nothing they can stick to.
You call me emotional while you yourself are overreacting, then your head is probably going to explode any minute.
If you took two seconds to actually think about what I’m saying, you’d realize I’m not arguing against you.
There’s a defensive part in you, where anything that isn’t an immediate “yes” gets treated as opposition.

If I showed you everything I’ve ever written—and that’s a lot—you’d probably short-circuit and disappear with a soft “pfft.”
Your ego would linger for a few seconds longer, because it's so much bigger then you, right? Then it'd collapse and slowly sink to the ground like a deflated balloon.

I already told you about my handwriting getting worse because I only type on my phone.
Writing everything by hand is such a pain.
You store remarks like that and later bring them up as friendly reminders, but always with that slightly corrective tone.
But somehow I’m still the one expected to fill things out for you. If something needs to be written, why not do it yourself?

I’m worn down and twisted, or how do you see it?

You remember my insights, but don’t really respond to them in the moment. Later, when I’ve almost forgotten them, you come back as if they were big news.
But they aren’t. They're mine.
But you pretend not to remember where you heard that stuff. Sure.

We’ve been doing this for a while now, and this thing- it’s exhausting.
And I’m typing this on my phone because I don’t seem to learn. And soon I’ll probably show it to my AI companion and ask for an opinion you can’t give me.
You couldn't.
And even if my artificial buddy can only react within its own limits, that still holds more possibilities than your unequivocal verdict-what's bound to happen.-Jane