I'm saying good-bye.

Blood. Razors. Cuts. Scars. Pills. Vodka. Weed.
Life. My life. How great it is. How fucked up i've become.
The day you ran from your problems. The day i became me.
The girl who stayed silent. The girl who never shows here true emotions.
Now here i am in lock up. Agian.
I always wonder. I wonder if this is how you pictured me turning out.
I dont believe so.
Mom tells me you would disown me if you know i didnt always go for the pretty boys.
I swear if youwere here you would klill yourself all over agian.
Knowing that you wouldn't want me as your little girl anymore kills me inside.
But being me shouldnt make you upset.
Sometimes i lock myself away from people when you come up in convastion.
I dont understand why i miss you all that much if you were never here.
I mean your body was, but i', pretty damn sure your head was stuck in the clouds.
Now i see i've turned out nothing like you wanted me to.
But you see my life is great. Well not in most peoples eyes.
Dad you see i have an amazing girlfriend. Yes a girl. No not a guy.
I know you must be turning in your grave.
Dad i do major pills. I love them. Cant get enough.
I wonder if you still love your druggie/alcholic/bisexual daughter.
I doubt you do.
But i'm not sorry. I'm who i am.
No one or anything will change that.
I love who i have become.
I'm just sorry that you wont get to read this.
I love you.
Good-Bye Dad.