Mom,
I just really need to get a few things out right now, and most of my problems seem to stem right from you. I can’t talk about this with you because every time I try to you just blow me off or don’t take any of it seriously, and I’m sick of feeling rejected.
I’m far from the perfect daughter that you want me to be, but please know that I try my hardest every god damn day to live up to your standards, you just don’t make them reachable. Apparently my sister can reach them, though. How does that work? She was pregnant at sixteen and hardly got any exam results, yet you love her so much more than me, don’t you? I know that you say that you love us all equally and that you have not favourites, but from where I’m sitting that’s a complete lie. Read more »





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