Mom &Dad.

Dear Mom,

You get on my nerves. Like a lot. Like every single fucking day. I get mad at you really easily. But you don't let me have freedom and you pester me too much. You're too overprotective sometimes. And after a long day of holding onto and controlling my feelings, i just need to let it all out. I realize that its bad to let it out on you and grandma and grandpa but one little thing that you guys do just pisses me off really bad. When I'm good with you, i actually feel like you're my mom and i love you and ect. But when we fight, i feel like killing you. I feel like i absolutely DESPISE you. I don't even know. Do i love you or do i hate you? Honestly, I'm not sure cause it changes everyday. Seriously. You took me in after i didn't wanna live with my dad anymore and I've been better ever since. You forced me to do things i hated. Like those extra homework books you'd buy for us and make us do. I would hate you for that. And how you made me go to tutoring. And how you need to pick me up every single day from school. You just get on my nerves so bad. You pester me to take my medicine, eat my dinner, ectect like i am a baby. I hate it. But you can be nice and loving also. Taking me out to eat, quality time, buying me stuff, telling me stories about your friends,(i ALWAYS space out and my mind wanders when you tell me those stories) and you can be enjoyable. You're okay, i guess. Thanks for taking care of me and putting up with me.

Your Daughter,
JessicaLing(:

Dear Dad,

I don't have much to say. I don't know you that well and honestly, i don't WANT to know you that well. Sure, when you and mom divorced, you took me in. But that's cause your sister said that i was a few extra years older than my sister so you wouldn't have to take care of me as long. You wanted my sister, that you never denied. And you made it evident that she was your favorite, though you say you loved us both the same. Bullshit. I remember one moment a few years back where i just started crying and saying i didn't want you to die. You comforted me and everything. Now that i think about it. What the fuck? I guess it would be sad if you died, but i really don't care. Not to sound like a heartless bitch, but i never like going to your house. It's dirty and it smells like smoke. And its such a drag. I hate it when you try to have talks with me. I just don't like it. It's uncomfortable for me. But thanks for taking care of me.

Your daughter,
JessicaLing(: