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    Daddy

    by  • May 1, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    Daddy, It’s so much easier to deal with you now that I know what you are. Honestly, the same stuff that used to upset me now just makes me feel sorry for you. I’m totally over you NAGGING me about homework/improving myself. Thanks, but I know who I am. I’ve always been a good student.

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    Daddy

    by  • May 1, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    Daddy, It’s so much easier to deal with you now that I know what you are. Honestly, the same stuff that used to upset me now just makes me feel sorry for you. I’m totally over you NAGGING me about homework/improving myself. Thanks, but I know who I am. I’ve always been a good student.

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    You Don’t Get It.

    by  • April 28, 2013 • Parents • 0 Comments

    Mom, you obviously don’t understand me a much as you think you do. You suffer for depression too, I know that. But you took two fucking years to believe that I do. How dare you put pressure on me not to self harm. “I’ve dealt with that shit before.” Apparently since my older sister suffered

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    You Don’t Get It.

    by  • April 28, 2013 • Parents • 0 Comments

    Mom, you obviously don’t understand me a much as you think you do. You suffer for depression too, I know that. But you took two fucking years to believe that I do. How dare you put pressure on me not to self harm. “I’ve dealt with that shit before.” Apparently since my older sister suffered

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    B.I.T.C.H.

    by  • April 9, 2013 • Parents • 0 Comments

    After 25 years it only takes two words. The day has been unbelievably busy. Insanity to the hilt. But two simple words. Two words that with one breath could have been said. Sucks to be a daughter of a mother who shows my worth day in and out forgetting I even exist until her convenience

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    B.I.T.C.H.

    by  • April 9, 2013 • Parents • 0 Comments

    After 25 years it only takes two words. The day has been unbelievably busy. Insanity to the hilt. But two simple words. Two words that with one breath could have been said. Sucks to be a daughter of a mother who shows my worth day in and out forgetting I even exist until her convenience

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    Dad I…..

    by  • April 2, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    Know you will never ever read this letter, because you’re not tech savvy. It’s 2am and my heart awakened me. “My dad’s birthday” I was wondering why I was so tearful, the little girl in me never ceases to remember April 6th; she never ever stopped loving you. I always wished you would come through

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    Dad I…..

    by  • April 2, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    Know you will never ever read this letter, because you’re not tech savvy. It’s 2am and my heart awakened me. “My dad’s birthday” I was wondering why I was so tearful, the little girl in me never ceases to remember April 6th; she never ever stopped loving you. I always wished you would come through

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    from your child

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    I know you love me, and I hope you know I love you. But loving you doesn’t have to mean living your dreams, your goals. I’m not you. Please let me be free. Living life beyond my wildest dreams, roaming the world, letting the dogma slip away, living my passions. I’ll be ok, I promise.

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    from your child

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    I know you love me, and I hope you know I love you. But loving you doesn’t have to mean living your dreams, your goals. I’m not you. Please let me be free. Living life beyond my wildest dreams, roaming the world, letting the dogma slip away, living my passions. I’ll be ok, I promise.

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    Mommy, Please Explain

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 1 Comment

    Mommy, I don’t even know why I still call you that. Because to me “Mommy” is a term I would use when I look up to you, want advice, need a hug or want to be around you. And then when I think of “Mom” I think of distant. Not as loved. Less important. Unnecessary.

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    Mommy, Please Explain

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 1 Comment

    Mommy, I don’t even know why I still call you that. Because to me “Mommy” is a term I would use when I look up to you, want advice, need a hug or want to be around you. And then when I think of “Mom” I think of distant. Not as loved. Less important. Unnecessary.

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    Dear Parents….

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    I know i’m very lucky to have both of my parents, because not every kid in this world has both, even worser some don’t have both their mom and dad. I could have lost my dad to a stroke, and my mother to cancer but god was always their to make miracles. My parents have

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    Dear Parents….

    by  • March 31, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    I know i’m very lucky to have both of my parents, because not every kid in this world has both, even worser some don’t have both their mom and dad. I could have lost my dad to a stroke, and my mother to cancer but god was always their to make miracles. My parents have

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    Mommy Dearest

    by  • March 25, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    The difference between the way you treat Keely & treat me is ridiculous. I have all these memories from ages 14-17 of the way you treated me. Horribly, might I add you told me that I didn’t belong here, that I was useless, that I wasn’t earning my keep, and you were constantly bringing me

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    Mommy Dearest

    by  • March 25, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    The difference between the way you treat Keely & treat me is ridiculous. I have all these memories from ages 14-17 of the way you treated me. Horribly, might I add you told me that I didn’t belong here, that I was useless, that I wasn’t earning my keep, and you were constantly bringing me

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