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Secret 53
I will not cry.
I will not yell.
I will not scream.
I will be perfect.
… but who are you to tell me who I am?
Dear Mother,
For years you have bullied me, made me hate even myself, yet what good has this come to?
I drink your last coke and you find it fit to yell at me, call me an ass hole, tell me I’m not worth anything, I don’t care about anyone but myself. What good is this?
No one will read it, no one will care enough, but this isn’t me. This person isn’t who I am.
I am a girl, I am a teenager, my best friend is in college and I love him to death, I roleplay, it’s a game, I want to be a teacher, I’m trying to earn money for a new computer. But do you know, or… care? I thought not.
Music is my passion, I enjoy singing yet I’m not any good at it. I make covers on youtube, I hate the smell of alcohol, I love coffee. I have frequent eyestrain from reading and so I get frequent headaches. Do you know this? Do you care? I thought not.
How different am I from everyone else? Is my story so much more tragic?
My dad has mental issues, my mom is never around. I live with my nana and never leave the sanctum of the computer.
I’m getting a C in Algebra One. I’m in 8th grade doing Algebra, and college level essays. I read Romeo and Juliet.
You took the only one who was ever a father away from me, you left me, I don’t know you anymore.
What is this?
My life?
You’re daughter,
Alexandra.
Remember me?
I will not yell.
I will not scream.
I will be perfect.
… but who are you to tell me who I am?
Dear Mother,
For years you have bullied me, made me hate even myself, yet what good has this come to?
I drink your last coke and you find it fit to yell at me, call me an ass hole, tell me I’m not worth anything, I don’t care about anyone but myself. What good is this?
No one will read it, no one will care enough, but this isn’t me. This person isn’t who I am.
I am a girl, I am a teenager, my best friend is in college and I love him to death, I roleplay, it’s a game, I want to be a teacher, I’m trying to earn money for a new computer. But do you know, or… care? I thought not.
Music is my passion, I enjoy singing yet I’m not any good at it. I make covers on youtube, I hate the smell of alcohol, I love coffee. I have frequent eyestrain from reading and so I get frequent headaches. Do you know this? Do you care? I thought not.
How different am I from everyone else? Is my story so much more tragic?
My dad has mental issues, my mom is never around. I live with my nana and never leave the sanctum of the computer.
I’m getting a C in Algebra One. I’m in 8th grade doing Algebra, and college level essays. I read Romeo and Juliet.
You took the only one who was ever a father away from me, you left me, I don’t know you anymore.
What is this?
My life?
You’re daughter,
Alexandra.
Remember me?