(warning sadish)
Dear, Mother
I wish to know why, why do you think I just do this for attention, why do you think I'm not hurt when you can clearly see I am. Why do you not miss me when I'm hiding in my room. I ask myself 'why does she hate, why does she only care about the other four. I was the youngest before you got together with him'. I know it's not his fault that you barely pay attention to me, I try to talk but someone else talks over me. Why do you yell at me when I get angry and I don't talk "you never tell me anything anymore" you say but the truth is you don't listen. Please for once will you listen, listen to me about my depression, about my anxiety how I freak out over the littlest things like being the first one done with a test, or the first one to class, or the last one. I know it's hard for you having five kids, but it's hard being the fourth one. You should be asking me why, not me asking you.
Love, Your Daughter
(wow that was a lot and this is personal but ya know I need to share this thanks for reading byyyyyyyyyeeee)
~wolfbutters~
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Letters To A Lost Love
RandomThis is a bunch of letters I will NEVER send to anyone these are meant for. WARNING SAD, VERY SAD AT SOME POINTS.
