• Miss A.

    by  • December 16, 2012 • Eff Off - You - or Up • 0 Comments

    Dear Miss A,

    I hate how beautiful you are. I hate how smart you are. I hate how you can do math easily. I hate how you complain about my house. I hate how you left me with mom. How fucken dare you. You were the one who should have saved me. You have no fucken heart. I hate your voice. I hate how you love her. Maybe she does need you, but maybe I need you more. No, I don’t need you sitting there telling me what to do. Not like that. and if you think that is how a mom or a woman is supposed to be, don’t bring that around me. Great job getting grandma to be yours. You two are perfect. Ugh.

    I’m not below you anymore. Don’t speak to me so much anymore. UGH.

    Love Miss B

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