Personal Narrative: My Hate Criticism

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When people are just in your ear constantly nitpicking about things you don't want to hear it gets under my skin. I truly hate criticism to a passion and I really can but can't explain why. I don't like when your parents are constantly telling you how to do better or change but telling you their way. I feel like they just don't believe in me enough to stop. They nitpick about my life and school to the way I act and who I associate myself with. Although they say it will sooner or later help me in life I just let it go in one ear and out the other. Tina from bring it up that I have been told a lot about not falling into my birth mother's footsteps and not being like her. I definitely don't want to be but I didn't know her so I don't

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