Dear Mom and Dad,
I am not who you think I am. You see a teenage girl who is doing well in life. I make okay grades. I don’t do drugs. I don’t go out and party. I go to church with you Sunday morning. I don’t skip school. I don’t drink. I don’t have sex.
But I hate who I am. I hate that I’m weak. I hate that I never stand up for myself in fights. I hate that I can never finish anything I start. I hate that people see me as cute and innocent.
You think I’m so innocent and for the most part I am. But I have gotten drunk before. And I loved it. I think when I’m older I’ll be an alcoholic. And I love piercings and tattoos. On my eighteenth birthday I’ll get my cartilage, nose, and belly button pierced. I’ll probably get a tattoo also.
The idea of doing something with business and making a lot of money but never having time for myself makes me sick to my stomach. Doing something where I can’t be myself makes me sick.
But the truth is I’m not like you guys. I’m not happy with ordinary. I want to be crazy and I don’t give a fuck what other people say! I want to scream at the top of my lungs because I feel trapped.
You force your opinions and beliefs down my throat. And I know you mean well by it but I want to do what makes me happy.
I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to you guys. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you but the sooner you learn to accept me for who I am the better off we will all be.