Dear self,
I shouldn't be afraid to talk to my own mother.
When my mother is the one who brings me down, makes me feel
bad about myself, and is usually the one making me cry -
I'd say something is wrong.
She's never once told me that she was proud of me and as
I sat in my first block class today, I realized that. As I
choked back tears I realized I'm still not what she
wants.
I haven't talked to my dad in two months. Haven't
spoken one word.
My fake happiness is wearing away thin and I really want to
finish my self off. I don't see why I should continue. At
this point there is nothing left.
I give up trying to make things okay - they never will
be.
Sincerely,
Hannah