Why can’t you ever understand? Ever? You might not agree with my choices and you might not understand them but can’t you please at least try to accept them…accept me. I was a good child, a good teen. I was quiet and never caused trouble. I read books, helped people, I looked pretty, never were out late or messed around with smoking, drinking, boys or people who would have a bad influence on me. I was the perfect daughter. The daughter you always wanted. But I am done with that. I don’t want to be your pretty little princess anymore. And I don’t want to live the life you want me to. I want to be my own person. I am myself more than I am anything else, and I want to live my life. I want to be allowed to be a young adult. I want to be allowed to do the things I love. I want to stay up to four at night laughing with my friends. Sneaking into school to play cards after midnight. I want to watch cartoons and have Disney marathons with a crowded living room. I want to walk around in my house wearing a lion onesie or Jedi costume. I want to get up at one pm and have left over pizza and ice cream for breakfast and then skip lunch. I want to go on crazy roadtrips and sing at the top of my lungs. I want to go partying at the student club even if school is crazy early the day after. I want to colour my hair crazy colors and wear nerdy clothes that doesn’t match because that’s how I express myself. I want my hair to be messy and my skin to be free of makeup. I want to spend the nights at my best friend’s house, just cuddling and annoying each other and laughing and talking until morning. I want to make out with people at parties just for the hell of it. I want to date girls, hold hands and kiss and show affection and not care what people think about it. I want to joke about hot guys with my best friend and I want to make dirty jokes with him and swear in different languages, because swearing can be fucking awesome at times. I want to eat weird food that we scrambled together from leftovers, and buy stupid things at Second Hand stores. I want to have silly water pistol fights and build snow forts and not care that I am not good at being an adult. I want to travel to interesting places and spend the nights there having weird shots at gay bars. I want to make mistakes and then laugh at them. I want to be irresponsible and I want to feel like I am my age but being allowed to be childish. I want to live my life the way I think it is perfect. I want to be happy in my own way. Not your way. Because mom…this is my life, and I love it. I just wish you could see that.
/ your not at all perfect, but happy, daughter