Dear Family,
What in the flying fuck is wrong with you? Haven't you herd of privacy? You demand it so often but do you give at all? Have you really broken again just to get back months later and do it all over again? Can't you just let go of the ones who hold you down? Do I have to piece this family together again? Every holiday season shit tends to get worse. Get over yourselves. I love you but good God you're frustrating the hell out of me.
Signed,
Your overwhelmed
Daughter, Sister, Niece, Grandchild, Cousin, Aunt.
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Oceans In My Mind
PoetryPart 2 of The Days With No Sun. Oceans In My Mind. poetry, rants, thoughts, inspiration. Read on loves.
