How good is good enough?

I just don't understand. What have I done to deserve this? She keeps giving the same old "I'm too busy right now," answer that she always gives me.

Have I taken a great deal of your time? Did I cause you a loss? I work independently, when you asked me for help, I did. When you called me to do chores, I admit that I argued, but I did them. I took joy in cutting the grass, I fed and watered and walked both dogs, I vacuum the house every other day, how many hours of work did that give you? How long did you toil to do the things that I do?

In the times that I asked you to teach me an art, you say that you are too busy? Is it because I don't work where I can be seen? Do you suppose that I am lazy? If I had three weeks, I might finish my works and move on to another endeavor. Is it because I find fault in the foolishness that abounds in my peers? Do you suppose I am a hypocrite? Their stupidity drives me mad at meals alone, why should I not be adversely inclined at it? Perhaps it is my sister. Perhaps the fact that I dislike her mockery of me has angered you.

Perhaps I've been too impatient. Perhaps I have been moved to anger to easily. And I have not apologized, although I had every intention to. Perhaps I have not loved you enough. Perhaps I was too arrogant. Perhaps I have not suffered you enough out ward remorse.

Whatever the case may be, I will not cause you further trouble. I will not speak. I will not hear. I will not feel. I will not see. I will remain a shell, empty and devoid of want or need, and I hope this will appease you.