i'm not happy. i don't know what it is. i can't stand to be by myself but i can't handle being around most people either. i hate spending time with my family. i hate the heat. i hate the humidity. i hate people that tell me how fucked up i am when i already know. i hate when people bring up issues that no one needs to know about. i will not forgive you for that. and i'm pretty sure you already know. if i fucking wanted those people to know that, they would have been told. let's talk about your mistakes.

• travelling me around nonstop when it is clear that i have better people to see and things to do.
• fighting with me over school and classes that will NOT matter.
• sending me to this school in the first place.
• sending me to fucked up people against my will to try and "help me."
• sending me to day care when i was in the sixth fucking grade. that sure helped the fat girl with ugly hair without friends become liked.
• not telling me anything about my period. so i had to learn how to deal with that on my own.
• not telling me about anything. so i had to deal with everything on my own.
• having an abusive boyfriend that hit your kids. and doing nothing about it until he broke up with you. for being fat when he was fatter than you.
• letting me be the go-between with you and my father. not exactly the role that a 5 year-old should play.
• sending me to church against my will.
• telling me that god listens to prayers when he most certainly doesn't.
• the above two = dislike of god and your religion. it's a hypocritical lie.

let's not go on. i've become bored with that. don't ask me what you've done wrong in front of them. unlike you, i won't tell them what is wrong with you in front of them. because THAT IS FUCKED UP.
don't you dare blame everything on me and take no responsibility. i'm your kid. i didn't make myself this way.