 | FOLD ME DOWN DEEP, DEEP IN THE HEART OF YOUR SINS ( icryforyou) wrote,
@ 2003-11-20 06:40:00 |
Dear Mom:
You are such a fucking traitor. I don't know what the fuck your problem is. The past two months I have been there for you everytime you've been all depressed because you realize that after six glasses of liquor that you have married an asshole. I put up with just as much shit from that man as you do, and I sure as hell don't need anymore from you. Thanks for betraying me. I do everything for you. Please don't call me in the mornings or in the afternoons while you're at work to see if I am "doing okay." Don't ask me to ever do anything for you again because recently it's always been the same thing, "you never do anything I ask you to do, blah blah fucking blah." That is one big fucking lie. I do everything you ask me to do and more. If you want a straight A student who will wash your truck every other week then turn to my brother because you won't now, and will never find that in me. I'm not your son I am your daughter. I can give you the emotional support that you need and have given you but I can't wash your god damn car, and if that's not good enough then I can't help it. I would rather come home evey day and go straight to my room without coming out until the next morning than to listen to you of all people tell me that I am no longer good enough. I don't appreciate it and I know that you don't want me to move to New Zealand because you'd never be able to "talk" to me. Frankly, I don't care. I will move to New Zealand, even if you think I am fucking joking. I'll move there and I won't waste any time of mine talking to you on the fucking telephone. If you ever want to see me you'll have to have connections with the fucking CIA because I'm sure as hell not going to tell you where I live. Once I'm out of college I'm never going to talk to you, or him again. I haven't talked to him now for about a month but every morning I wake up to the sound of him yelling obsene things about me or my fucking dog. If he is that unhappy you should get him help. I am his daughter not his 19th century slave fresh off the salveboats. I can't listen to him say those things about me because no matter how much I loathe him it still hurts me. And I don't need to listen to you do the same thing that he does right now. If you want to then thats fine, but I don't ever want you to talk to me again.
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