Dear Diary,
I'm sorry I can't please my mom.
I'm sorry I can't please my sisters.
My brother,
My brother in law,
My sister in law,
Or my dad.
I'm sorry I fucked up for the
millionth time.
I'm sorry I smoked weed.
I'm sorry I smoked cigarettes.
I'm sorry,
I swear.
My mom expects me to be her
little angel.
My sister expects me to make
the right choices.
My dad expects me to be perfect.
My brother expects me to know
better.
But what they don't realize is;
I'm growing up.
I'm a teenager;
I'm not going to be a little angel.
I'm not always going to make
the right decisions.
I'm not going to be perfect; ever.
I'm not always going to know better.
(j.s)
