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Saturday, October 9th, 2004
1:45 pm
to the Father, from the Daughter

Why do you have to be such an asshole sometimes?? You cut people off, not caring what the hell they were saying. You complain because we tell you nothing; but when we do, you ignore us. I've tried to ask you about plans and such, but that precious computer or television is far more worthy of your time than my filling your specific requests. Your comments that you think are so amusing -- did you ever think that maybe they're sometimes rude and offensive, and usually unnecessary? No, of course not. Why would you? That would be out of your circle of focus. Your attention can stay only at one thing at a time, and it's whatever the fuck you want it to be. Even if it's dire for you to think about or focus on something or someone else, you don't.

But I know it's not your fault. You don't say those things to be cruel, and you don't ignore us because you don't want to hear us. You're just dumb. No, really, you are. You're exceptionally ignorant and naive. So how can I be mad at you? How can be angry at and hate you when none of it is actually your fault. No, it's not my fault, either. Technically, it's no one's fault. However, people always have to place the blame somewhere. And because I can't place it on you, that's why I often send it to me. So it's not my fault that your ignorant and dumb, but I'm to blame. Because maybe if I didn't let it all bother me, or if I'd just shut up and take it like I should, then maybe I wouldn't have to place the blame on anyone.

You're asking who you can go to A-Kon as. Did I invite you? No. I'm going with Billy. And he didn't invite you either. Moreover, did you even bother to find out if I minded you coming? Of course not. You just decided you were going to come. And tease me about Billy all the time. You tease me about having so many guy friends. And you think it's funny. If it came from anyone else, it would be.

But I've always wanted to be your perfect "daddy's girl," because that's what you expect of me. You don't expect me to be me, but rather who you want me to be. And I try. I try to be whatever you want. But that means the things you say affect me more than whatever anyone else may say. So everytime you tell me I’ve got Titanic hips, I don’t keep promises, and it’s as if I don’t live here anymore because I’m always with friends — well, I start to believe it. What you say makes me want to stay home. I think that I should stay home, that I shouldn’t be allowed to go out with my friends. I often think that I should go to every Girl Scout event you mention to me, that I should like whatever shows and hobbies you like, that I should have totally the same opinions as you. . . . Your words . . . they take away my individuality, my sense of self. Rather than being who I am, it seems that I should be who you are and who you want me to be. I’m not my own person, but rather your person.

And I know that’s not how it is. I know that you’re just doing what you think is best for us. You try your hardest, and I really appreciate that. But not enough; I don’t appreciate it enough. Instead, I just sit here and complain about how horrible of a father you are. And you’re not. You’re a wonderful father. I’m just not grateful for all I have — especially for you. You cause yourself great stress and anxiety, all so you could give us what you think is the best. Then I’ll take it and complain about how it’s not good enough.

Maybe I deserve all the guilt I have for trying to go against your will. Because I’m not thankful for what I have. But once I learn to value you, then maybe things will be easier. Then maybe I’d understand why you do what you do, say what you say, etc. Perhaps then you’d make sense to me. And perhaps then I could be the perfect “daddy’s girl” that you’ve always wanted, but was never granted. Maybe then I’d be who you want me to be. I’d be the daughter your deserve.

Current Mood: not good enough
Monday, September 13th, 2004
9:35 am
to My Dearest
I wish I wouldn't told you -- and shown to you -- how much you've helped me.

In all honesty, I don't want you leave. Please stay. I need you too much. I . . . I lov-- . . . I like you far too much.

I don't want to let go.

Current Mood: lonely
Thursday, August 5th, 2004
6:11 pm
wish i would've just said it
  • yes, i need your help.

  • no, i'm not getting better.

  • i love you.

  • please help me.

  • no, i lied.

  • i'm sorry.

Current Mood: failure
Monday, May 3rd, 2004
8:10 pm
dear eric,
you so need to fucking grow up and stop cring all the od damn time. your 20 years old. grow up. just cuz u get in a fight with ur brother dosnt mean u need to cry. and what i said about your mother is so fucking true she is a dirty whore who needs to learn how to take care of her daughter.

Dear susie,
i wish i didnt care about micheal or eric or joey because i would call dhs on ur ass in a heart beat. shes only 12 stop leaving her alone. teach her the right things dont teach her to sleep with a differnt man even night like you do. stop fucking yelling at every one all the time. you wonder why your son joey is such a little pussy it could be because of you. you need to learn how to talk to people. and u wonder why the hell i hate you. its because your a dirty fucking hoe and i hate you so much. i wish i could take michell away from you and erase all of her memorys of you so shes not as fucked up as you when she gets older. i pray to god she grows up normal. oh and by the way you need to stop miss treating shaun. just because hes down symdrom dosnt mean shit hes not your slave. hes there for you to take care of so do it. and by the way ur not ggood looking or 2 you have threee kids so stop goiung out and partying every night. yeah ur a real responsilbe parents." mmmm im gunna go out get drunk and g fuck some black guy and leave my 11 year old daught home alone all night" really samrt. i fucking hate you. ive met your parents and i know that u wernt brought up taht way. so stop fucking up your kids. if u where my mom i would have moved out the day i could start walking.
your sons pissed off girl freind

dear micheal,
PLEASE dont grow up like your mom

dear joey
get a pair off balls and stop your fucking cring all the damn time.
Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
9:55 pm
to the rabbit

i wont say no
i cant say no
cause im far too weak
to just let go
so please try to understand
when i say it slipped my mind
that im just trying to buy
myself more time

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Friday, March 19th, 2004
9:15 am
Catherine: Go back to who you were before. And I'm sorry I failed you once more.
John: You can't help me, no one can.
Jenna: Thank you for forever being by my side. You're the best I have ever had, and ever will.
Vince: I can't help you, and you can't help me. We're fucked up together, and together we should be.
Mom: What ever happened to "motherly love"?
Dad: I'm not seven anymore, I'm seventeen. You can let go of my hand now. Besides, you don't even know who I am.
God: I'm sorry for everything I said last night. I know You can forgive me, and You do forgive me. But I can never forgive myself.
myself: Fuck you. NOw die.

Current Mood: depressed
Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
1:00 am
die hahaha just die.

Current Mood: accomplished
Monday, December 29th, 2003
1:17 pm
Leave me alone.
1:54 pm
this is a communty for you to say what ever you want. if u have somthing to say ,say it,anything goes here. this si ssorta like unsent letters but a little differnt. no one ever says to some one i hate you when they really mean it. and half the time peopl say i love you when they dont know what itmeans. so if ur in love or hate someone. or plan out haveing a bad day just say it.
1:11 pm
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