• Dear Mom,

    by  • June 24, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Depression, Gratitude • 0 Comments

    I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry for every cut on my arm, and every swear I’ve ever yelled at you. I’m sorry for every time I tried to end my own life. I’m sorry for every boy I’ve ever hooked up with. I’m sorry for every joint I’ve smoked. I’m sorry for all the clothes I know you hate. I’m sorry for all the eyeliner I wear. I’m sorry for not being your little girl anymore. I’m sorry for every time I told you I hated you, or that I wished you weren’t my mother. Because the truth is, I love you so much. You’ve been here no matter what, and were always confident I would get better. And now look at me, here I am, about to enter my first year of Harvard with a full scholarship, and I’m happy. So damn happy. So thank you, and I’m sorry. I love you so much.

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