Mom;
Why?
That's all I'm asking of you.
Why am I expected to be your perfect little princess?
If you haven't met dad, I'd be what you want. But I'm not. I'm a fucked up depressed piece of shit because I left my whole life behind.
You don't know me anymore. I hide things from you because I'm scared I'll lose you like I did to my past life.
You replaced me.
And I'm done. With everything.
I love you, I really do, but what happened to our dance parties and gym time? Our BMX road trips alone together? Our days where we ditched the guys, went out, and had fun?
I don't even know YOU.
So I'm sorry...
For letting you down..
And for what I want to do so badly...
