Dear dad,
I'm sorry I threw up in the walmart parking lot. That was very disgusting of me.
Although I did warn you the whole time that I felt sick and my tummy hurt and I felt light headed. I think you should have taken me a little more seriously.
You didn't even notice I was puking. While I was tasting vomit and trying not to get barf on my clothes, you were walking away.
I know you were embarrassed. You saw me standing there with puke in my hair (yes I got it in my hair because i was trying so hard not to get it on my leggings because they were my favorite and I refused to drop my ipod so my poor beautiful hair got puke in it :( tragic, I know), and I looked pathetic. I know you didn't really want to take ownership to the teenager throwing up at walmart, but you had no choice. It's not like there was anyone else to take ownership of me.
You told me to go to the bathroom, and then you just cleaned up my mess.
You didn't really talk to me.
You didn't really ask how I was feeling.
You didn't cuddle me and feed me sprite and saltines when we got home.
You did run off on a date with your girlfriend.
You did take her out for dinner and to see a play without thinking much of me.
But I'm sorry for puking at walmart because that really was unacceptable of me, and I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Grayson
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