Please, stop talking to me. I've got nothing to offer you and I'll only hurt you. You have to understand that because I'm not strong enough to hold everyone and everything. It gets me really mad that you underestimate my relationship just because we're both girls - it doesn't make it any different, you know? I don't know if you know it or not but you're definitely hitting on me, in my eyes. Please stop. I'm already taken, and it's not fair that you know that fact yet still try to claim me. I'm not the one for you.
Dear parents. You both are really wonderful parents and I love you both dearly for all you've been through for me, but somewhere along the line I realise that you both aren't really nice people. Mom, you're too judgmental, too mean, too quick to criticise - do you really think you're always right? It sickens me to see how you put down someone so easily just because they're different from you. You treat the whole world like they're enemies and they owe you something. Take a step back. Soften your glare. Unfold your arms. People are all different and they're not all bad.
Dad, you're too stubborn, too swallowed up in your manly pride that you refuse to admit your faults and change for the better. Is it so difficult to apologise when you're wrong? It takes two hands to clap and both you and mom just refuse to back down. Is this how a relationship should be? I'm confused. I see the way you treat mom and for as long as I can remember, she's been complaining about you to me. Daddy's a bad guy, I grew up thinking. Maybe that's why I have such a frosty relationship with him now. Maybe it's your fault. Sometimes I think about how we should have been and I feel sick. If it's easier to get a divorce, just say it. I'll be ready to take it.