Dear parents,
I'm only gonna be turning 18 in a matter of Time. And I will move out. So don't expect to be capable of hiding all and everything from me. Cause I'll see it. Hell, I've probably already seen it.
My time to start living experiencing starts now, and only now. And that's exactly what I'm doing. So if your gonna shame me for the way I am. Go the fuck ahead, cause I don't give to flying shits about your opinions on me.
And say I care about my self. And that that's all I care about. Cause fuck that, you know damn well that's a lie. If I didn't give a shit about anyone, I would've been dead. But hey. Lookie here. I'm still here, and your still talking about me.
I look up to my father. He's the fucking reason I'm going to college to major in Journalism. He's the reason I'm into all that metallica and nirvana type of shit. So don't dare, say I don't care about you. You have no idea, how many times I've stayed up late, thinking what I would do if I lost you. I'll be damned.
And my mother, you might've made mistakes, but that never stopped me from loving you. I try my best to make you proud. I try my best to show you I'm the daughter to talk good about. You and be bond over so much, 'you wouldn't care if I died' my ass.
My siblings and I might fight, but if they were being threatened, I go through my whole will to help them. They are my siblings. Not another person I push and shove.
When you lecture me about how to live and how to act, I only cry because I don't how to process that shit. Telling me I should he nicer to people and be more social. Hey! News flash! Your daughter has social anxiety and with terrible daily anxiety attacks!
I'm tired of you people thinking I'm so fucking conceited. Cause I'm not. You have no idea what I go through with school. That's cause I don't tell you. That's just another reason for you to talk like I'm making that shit up.
So if you got anything else you want to say, say it to my damn face. Not to my back.
Peace out, fam.
Your dearest, the emotional one.
