Dear Parents of Mine ,
Don't worry. The fact that I come home to my mother screaming at me doesn't bother me.
Your son abusing me physically and emotionally makes me happy. When my father gets mad he yells at the top of my lungs and tells me to shut the f*ck up when all I have said is ' my brother won't'. My room will never be cleaner, so I guess you have to remind me every day to clean it when I obviously don't have any time to, because I have to do the dishes, clean the livingroom and do YOUR laundry. I have to take out the recycling and trash, filled with YOUR beer bottles. When I ask for new clothes, I get a quick no and an explanation saying I would have clothes if I did my laundry. Well GUESS WHAT. My room is clean, I'm innocent, and I do everybody's laundry in the house. The only people who need a reality check is you.
Sincerely,
A Teenager Who's Had Enough.
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