I don’t mind when you drink. You work so hard I guess you deserve to have fun. But it’s when it gets like this that I hate it. And it scares me because it reminds me of dad.

And you say shit like you wish you never had me or that you want me to leave and how that I’m never going to be good enough. Not compared to her. All of it is just the icing on the cake. I know you’re drunk. And when you’re drunk you say things you don’t always mean but, this hate has to come from somewhere right? Because even shit faced you are still lovely to her. You’re still at nice to her. You don’t tell her to “get the fuck out of my house”.

The worst part is you don’t remember any of it in the morning.

I shouldn’t be used to this crap but I guess by now I am. I guess I’m just beyond caring. About anything.

Then there’s her. Perfect straight A student her. Her that the family loves. Her that never has had to prove that she’s good enough. Her who tells me she hates me and that she wants me to die and all I can think is that “yeah I want me to die as well”

From

The daughter you forget about

Xx