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2011-03-28 | 22:31:00

Dear Mama.

Your expectations of me are way to high.

Please, just stop putting all this preasure on me,

'cause frankly, I can't handle it.

I can't even handle the presure I put on myself,

I don't need you too make it worse.

Yes, I know you only want what's best for me,

but can't you see what's happening?

That this is not for my best,

I can't do this it anymore.

A couple of minutes ago I said to myself,

"Why are you trying so hard to get your grades up?

It doesn't even matter, you already have good grades,

stop doing this to yourself.

You know the grades will get you to 10th grade.

You already know that it won't matter how much you've

hated yourself for not being the best,

because you will make it anyway."

I'm sitting here in my bed and all I can think of

is how I'm not good enough.

Isn't that just, sad?

I won't write anymore on this letter now.

I might acctually delete it when I realize how stupid it was of me

to write it where anyone can read it.

But I just, had to get it out of me, out of my system.

I really, truly love you.

But this is too hard and I just,

can't take all this pressure much longer.

Lots Of Love, Your Daughter.

1 Kommentarer

amanda:

Finns här, som du redan vet nu :)<3

2011-03-28 | 23:58:02
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