Day Three: Letter To My Parents.

These should be separated.

Dear Dad,
Oh dad... I don't even know what to say. Um...
I guess this should be either a profession of my love for you and all you've done for me, or something along the lines of, "I hate you and I wish I'd never been born."

But I don't even really what to say. I do love you, but I hate it here. I hate it in this house, in this town, at this school. I hate that you're always trying to tell me that if I have the right attitude, things will get better and people will like me. That's a lie, and you know it. I hate how you blatantly refuse to help me at all with the house, under the excuse that you never asked me to clean. I know you aren't asking me. I KNOW. But you expect me to just sit around like you do, letting the house get steadily less clean and getting steadily more miserable.

And I hate how you won't let me leave.

Love, Abi

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Dear Mom,
I have nothing really to say to you. Thanks for leaving.

-Abi