I feel lucky that I am apart of such a wonderful family that: puts food in my mouth, lets me sleep under a roof, lets me have a car, pays for my school tuition, lets me have so many opportunities to grow. I guess what I mean to say is that i owe you my life...
I guess that means you can yell at me in the morning and criticize every movement I make - yes, that is right mom, you can criticize how I comb my hair all wrong and how lazy as fuck I am. Every time you open your mouth, it's nothing good that comes out. Its always CRITICISM. and when i just nod and say mhm.. you fucking flip the fuck out and say that i dont listen to you and that i will regret this when im older.
brandon. you can fucking go fuck yourself. i don't have anything good to say about you. you're ugly inside and out.
dad, just because i like to make my own choices in life doesnt mean that im disobeying you. i know what i want in life - believe it. and maybe try treating me like your daughter again...
maybe im not perfect but i dont expect myself to be...
so im sorry for whatever i did wrong
love, pauline
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