I know you always wanted a beautiful, talented, perfect daughter. The one who everyone loved. The one who got straight A’s, was the top of her class, who was the lead in the play, who was really athletic and did every sport, who sang and danced, who has lots of friends, ETC. Well, I’m sorry that’s not me. I’m sorry I’m not perfect. But I don’t live my life to please you. I try so hard to live up to your expectations and I’m fucking sick of it. I’m fucking fed up with you bitching at me everyday. I’m generally a good kid. I don’t do anything to bother you. You always complain that I do nothing, and I’ll get no where in life. I’m 15 fucking years old. I can’t get a job. I’ve applied to like 5 places and I haven’t got a job yet. Sorry. Its summer, and I’m not going to be studying history and algebra. I’m not going to be reading my summer reading books like crazy. I can relax if I want. If I’m lazy one day, you freak out. Yet when I was at school 7-2 and then 2-8 for drama club, you still complained. It’s times like these where I really miss my grandma because I know she’d make me feel better and she was the only person who actually loved me for who I am. Be thankful, because I consider myself to be a decent child. I’m not perfect, deal with it. Goodbye.