Inside...

Hello.

You left me.
You made me leave my friends and family behind. Moved me from everything I knew.

And then you tied yourself to your work and forgot me.

Did you notice how much he hurt me? Of course not.
You weren't there.

Did you notice when I started slashing my arms to shreds? Of course not.
You're never home.

Did you notice when I fell in love?

Did you notice when that fell apart?

Did you notice when I learned to sew, cook, clean...

Of course not.
You're always gone.

How about when I started smoking?
Drinking?
Me and Jones would fuck ourselves up.
But you were never there for the puking, the red eyes, the tears.

You. Were. Never. There.

Thanks for the presents.
They make up for you not being here.
They shouldn't. I should hate them.
But I'm so used to it by now.

You're lucky I cleaned my act up.
Not like I did it for you.
Maybe if you'd care, I'd introduce you to my REAL family.
My friends.

See you next time you drop by,
Your daughter.