Tuesday, 11 October 2011
08:56:50 PM (GMT)
Yes, I know I'm just a screw up.
A shitty daughter.
A kid gone wrong.
The least you could do is stop reminding me.
Stop telling me, "You suck."
Stop telling me, "I'm done with you."
I already know.
Stop rubbing it in.
I've known since fucking sixth grade.
You want to know why my grades can go suck ass? Because I hate being here. At home.
In this house. With this family. More or less for you; I wish you wouldn't have to
put up with me. I don't ever want to do my homework or study for tests and quizzes
because you'll ask me to do something in between or you'll get into something small I
did that made you upset two days ago and I'll feel like a piece of shit. So I won't
to my homework, believing I don't deserve the grades.
Obviously, you don't trust me.
Obviously, I can't make you proud anymore.
"I can't wait until you move out." Know what? Neither can I.
I've taken the path. Not Dalton's path, the one he took not knowing he couldn't help
himself, the path ADHD forced him to take. I've taken the path that's overgrown with
brush and thorns. The path that everyone looks down and tells themselves, "That path
is for the attention whores, the fuck-ups, and the freaks. I think I'll take that
nicer looking one over there."
And hell if I turn back, because there is no turning back here.
Your "daughter", Shaleigh.