I am sorry that I am not the greatest kid to live with and I am sorry that I do not always do what I am told. I am sorry that you feel the need to take Dad's side on almost everything you can think of. I may not be perfect, but I am not the one that is always at fault. I love you to death, but at times, I feel as though you hate me more than anything in th world. Sometimes you yell at me and punish me when I have done nothing wrong. I wish Dad would quit his drinking because after he has had a few shots, he thinks the world revolves around him and that if you do not do something RIGHT after he asks you to, that you need to be smacked or something. I am done. I have never ran away from home before, but I am on the verge of doing so. I try to impress you with the things I do. I play basketball, volleyball, softball, and I play golf in the summer. I get ALL A's. I try my best to stay out of trouble (even though, I slip sometimes). I am so sick of being treated like shit when I try my hardest to be the best kid in your eyes. I am sick of it all. I am sick and tired of him being able to tell me what to do and you not stopping him. Gah. I just feel like screaming. Maybe it will be best when the divorce is final. I am sick of the fighting. Maybe, just maybe, he will see that is drinking is the problem and maybe stop?! more than likely no, but we can always hope. Who knows what is going on. I love you to death, though. Even though sometimes you seem like you hate me, I know you really, truly care about me.