The only thing
that keeps me motivated is knowing that one day, I'll be
free.
I'll have my own place, my own money, my own job, and my own
life.
I won't need your permission, or approval, or opinion,
because I'll be grown and independent.
I will finally be able to express myself and not worry about what
you have to say.
Its funny, yet really sad how much you think you know me. You
don't know me.
So, go ahead and yell. Go ahead and ignore me. Go ahead and blame
my age for all of the problems that we have.
I'm sorry I don't exceed your expectations as a
daughter.
I'm sorry that I'm only 15 and I can't pay the bills
or put food on the table.
I'm sorry that I may have slowed your life down.
I'm so sick and tired of being mad, upset, and stressed out
over you.
I'm tired of hiding my feelings and not having a mother to
talk to, and I'm sorry that my attitude is the only way I can
conceal my anger and hurt.
Our relationship was unbreakable, and it pains me so much to know
that I don't even like to be around you, and that we
can't even hug the way we used to.
I love you so much and I appreciate every single thing
you do for me,
but I can't wait to leave.
