I'm a Horrible Daughter

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After my disappearing, hating my parents, childish act, I come home and go straight up to my room. Back into solitude.

It's almost one a.m. and I go downstairs in search of some ice cream. What do I find? Half of Christmas presents wrapped neatly, and with love.

I wanted to cry. I fucking suck at being a daughter.