Fuck you mom. Seriously, fuck you.
I won't be the cliche you want me to be. I will never be "normal." Not by your standards anyways. Go ahead and hate the clothes I wear or the music I listen to. Go ahead and tell me I can't write on my shoes. Try to push engineering on me. Convince me that I'll never be good enough.
I don't care anymore. I spent my entire life trying to please you and be who you want me to be. And every time I made a decision that brought me closer to being myself, you criticized me. You're always criticizing me. Tearing me down in places where there's nothing left but rubble. You're the reason for so many of my insecurities. You don't even know anything about me. You don't care to know. You only care that I'm the perfect child; after all I owe it to you don't I? Since I was an accident and all.
But this is my life and I am good enough and I am so sick and tired of you telling me I'm not.
I'll prove you wrong. That's a fucking promise.
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