Hey, you.
Get pretty. Maybe lose a pound or two. Those thighs, get
thinner. Hair, get longer. I hate everything about you.
Okay.
Dear parents:
Dad: Even though you're
an alcoholic, I love you. You tried to stop for me once, and
you did for a while, but then you started again, which made me
lose some hope in you. I can't wait to see you this
weekend. I love you.
Mom: I love you, even though we have our fights. You've
done everything you could to keep this family together.
You're possibly the best mom I could ever
have.
