Hey bitch!

Remember that time you started screaming at me and I started having a panic attack? Then I couldn’t control my body and you grabbed me, threw me on the floor, him me, slammed your body down on me. I tried to get you off me but since you weigh 90+ lbs more than I do I couldn’t. You screamed at me, told me every insult in the book, yelled at me to leave. I grabbed a lamp so I could protect myself. You took my brother and said you were leaving. Packed your stuff, while I watched. I almost ran away that night. My brother thought I was going to kill myself but I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction. I cried for a long time, I called my friend and it was like she had somewhere to be. She sounded like she didn’t care that our relationships so bad. No wonder you like her so much. You made me feel like nothing. Worthless. You told me today that I should go away. To leave. That I ruin your friendships. That I should Go vape with my friends. You know that I would never do that. I really am trying but its so hard. I will never be good enough for you. I know you are counting the days until I move out. Believe me, I am too. I can barely stand the emotional abuse you put me through. I think you give me anxiety and depression, but I cant be sure because you won’t take me to a doctor. I cry myself to sleep. I love you so much, but you are so ashamed me. I wish I could be good enough, tolerable for you. I know you have depression, and you tell me I cause it. I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up. I know that you said you never asked for such an awful daughter. So thanks mom. You’re the best.