Mom, I know you wanted me to grow up and be this perfect little young lady. I know you wanted to guide me. I don't think you like the fact that now that I am 15 I am spreading my wings, learning for myself, and doing things on my own. I don't think you realize that Dad and you have been so harsh on me and the people around me that I'm learning not to take your shit anymore. I'm learning how to love myself and others, and once I finish my journey I will Thank nobody but myself and my friends. Thank you for nothing, mom.
