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mom,

i’ve said sorry a million times, and i know you’re tired of hearing it. i guess it’s lost meaning when it comes out of my mouth. so this time i’ll just say i understand. i understand why you don’t want to be my mom and why you don’t want to live with me; i understand that you’re fed up with me. i get it. i’ve recognized all the things you hate about me… being inconsiderate, selfish, childish, a brat, taking all your money and your time, never being good enough… never what you want. but i’ve tried to change, i have really tried but i guess that it’s not working well enough. and i know if you saw this or heard this, you’d tell me that i’m not trying but i am. i stay quiet all the time just to make sure i don’t interrupt you. i follow you around the stores to hold your stuff; i wake up earlier to make sure i don’t interfere with your bathroom time. i change when we look too much alike; i try my hardest not to offend you. i do your laundry when asked; i’m sorry i forget sometimes. i clean your room to make sure you don’t feel to i don’t know how to describe it. i only use my phone sometimes when we’re together so you know i’m paying attention, and when i do use it i guess it’s the wrong time to. i make sure your jeep, your prized possession, has the top off or on so you don’t have to stay out too much longer than you need to. i know i forget to stock the fridge with your drinks sometimes, but the majority of the time it’s good. i don’t back talk you. i don’t roll my eyes. but i guess that and more isn’t good enough. that me being your daughter isn’t something you want because you’re leaving. you’re selling your jeep to get away, so i can realize how much you mean to me but the thing is i already know. you’re the world to me, you really are my best friend when it comes down to it. i know you don’t know everything about my life because you’re too busy trying to provide for me. you work your ass off to pay for all my stuff bc dad won’t even get a real job and i’m just an ungrateful ass of a child who doesn’t take into account your feelings. i schedule things to prevent them with interfering with our times together, and i say no to a lot of school things because i feel like you would rather me be home or something. i’m not a normal kid, i have medical bills coming in and in, there’s orthodontists bills that were coming and soon… well not soon anymore… to be coming, clothes, school supplies, food. i try to not want things, and i tell you only some of the stuff i want but i guess that’s still too much. i’m trying my hardest to not spend your money. i don’t think. so yes, i agree with you that you deserve better than working for someone who doesn’t deserve it. i act ungrateful, but i really am grateful and thankful for you. you’re a blessing in my life and i’m sorry i don’t show you that enough. so if you leave; i get it. i love you.

-Boomie

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

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all boobs are good boobs

all stomachs are good stomachs

all thighs are good thighs 

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yes yours, too, and don’t you forget it

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