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Date : Sunday, May 13, 2012
Time : 11:58 PM
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Parents are supposed to be supportive of their kids no matter what, right? They're supposed to accept them and love them for who they are, right?
Mom, I can't say I love you right now. I'm sure the loving is still there, just that it's buried and hidden among all the negativity and confusion and angst. I'm sure I'll get it back one day. But trust is a two way thing. I can't trust you if you don't trust me. Let me go. I'm not your angelic obedient little daughter anymore. I may not have turned out the way you wanted me to, but I'M STILL YOUR DAUGHTER. I'm still here, can't you hear me, I'm still fighting, I want you to listen and understand and accept me because I'm really so fucking sorry but I can't change who I am for you.
Please, I'm begging you, stop making me hide. I'm sick and tired of lying, of this act we're putting up every day. Put aside our differences and see me for who I am. Please.
Happy mothers' day. Mom.