dear mom,
i hate aaron.
i hate him,
for ditching me,
and leaving me in tears.
i hate emma.
i hate her,
for stealing aaron,
and my life.
i hate her beauty.
i hate her perfection.
i hate how skinny she is.
i hate how everyone loves her.
i hate cedric.
i hate him for,
getting involved,
with somebody like me.
i hate him,
for befriending me,
and not leaving me alone.
i hate you,
mommy.
i hate you for dying,
and listening to me.
i hate you for,
going out and buying my favorite lollipop.
i hate you for not being here,
and telling me that it's alright.
i hate you for being dead.
i hate you,
daddy.
i hate you for leaving me.
i hate you for dying.
i hate you for not eating.
i hate you for,
hurting yourself.
i hate you,
for not hugging me,
or singing to me,
or telling me stories.
i hate you for being dead.
i hate everybody.
i hate everybody,
for leaving me,
and ignoring me.
i hate myself,
for losing mommy and daddy,
for not trying hard enough,
for thinking that aaron loved me,
for thinking that nothing would go wrong.
i hate my flaws.
i hate how i'm not pretty.
i hate everything.
love,
ann
furiously scribbled all over room
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Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah