Dear mom.
Did it ever occur to you that i want some respect too?
I'm younger, not less significant.
maybe i want to be heard.
maybe i want some privacy.
maybe i can't always be perfect.
Telling me you wouldn't care if i died isn't going to make
me want to stay,
so just STFU and listen.
I don't care if you think
I'm a piece of garbage
I don't matter
or that i'm supposed to be perfect.
because i'm leaving.
forever.
