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I hate throwing pictures away.
I came across the three pictures I took when I was in Daytona. I'll never forget how alone I felt, how unwanted I was. How I cried myself to sleep every fucking night I was down there because you resented me for showing up. You found reasons to stay at work late instead of coming home and hanging out with your "best friend" and for that I will never forgive you. Your cousins were better to me. You didn't even hold me until the day I left. Maybe you were thankful that I'd be gone? Never again.
It's time to admit something:
I regret going to Daytona. I'm sure that made my mom happy.
I came across the three pictures I took when I was in Daytona. I'll never forget how alone I felt, how unwanted I was. How I cried myself to sleep every fucking night I was down there because you resented me for showing up. You found reasons to stay at work late instead of coming home and hanging out with your "best friend" and for that I will never forgive you. Your cousins were better to me. You didn't even hold me until the day I left. Maybe you were thankful that I'd be gone? Never again.
It's time to admit something:
I regret going to Daytona. I'm sure that made my mom happy.