this is me

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dear mom,

i'm so sick you trying to change who i am. this is me. this is who i am. don't try to change how i dress, how i act, how i think. i'm not your perfect daughter, i don't want to be. i'm never going to be who you want me to be, so why do you even try? i'm not girly, i listen to angry music, i don't let the catholic church try to tell me what i'm suppose to believe in, i think for myself. why can't you accept that?  we get in a fight and you act like nothing happened. can't you see that i'm hurt? don't try and baby me around, i'm not your little girl anymore. i haven't been for awhile. i am me. i'm not the girl you want me to me, accept that. see me for who i am, not for all the flaws you see in me.

julia
on another note, i'm so done with boys. i think i should just be happy with my girlfriend rachel. lmao