Dearest Father.I know I've said this once before (Remember that time you slammed me against the wall with your hands around my throat and then when you finally let me fall to the floor- sobbing and begging you to leave me alone- you laid the boot in?) but I ******* HATE YOU!
I have tried so god damned ******* hard to love you and look after you.
I give up. I wash my hands of you. I'm 24 I shouldn't be trying to clean up the messes created by the man who is supposed to look after me.
I hope you're satisfied. You've finally pushed everyone away.
I was the last thing you had now even I'm gone.
Just keep drinking. Keep thinking the world owes you something.
Because now you have nothing and no one gives a ****.
Sincerely, your lost and broken daughter.
BeteNoire 22-25, F 10 Responses 4 Aug 3, 2011