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Dear Family,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry for not graduating when I was supposed to. I'm sorry for not having a job. I'm sorry for speaking, breathing and living. I'm sorry I can't be more like Robbie, who is, apparently, the perfect son in your eyes. The one who can do no wrong. Don't tell me any different when even my friends see how he is the favoured one. The one who never gets in trouble, the one who has two jobs and can't pay you off, yet can pay for beer. The one who helps out Grandma, but not around the house.
I'm sorry I anger you all so much. I'm sorry for being an apparent failure in your eyes.
I'm sorry, Mom, for asking for money, for being "lazy", for not doing housework and not being the perfect daughter you always wanted. I'm sorry, Dad, for making you have to tell me why you don't talk to me and me becoming distant from you as I grew older. I was once "Daddy's Girl", now I'm an annoyance. I'm sorry for asking for rides, from the both of you, all the time and I'm sorry for even speaking to you, Dad, when I anger you so much.
As for you Robbie, you... you can go fuck yourself. You seem to think you have a right to come home and ride my ass for doing nothing but sitting there innocently. You have no right to come home and assume I've sat on my ass all day. You're an asshole who cares about nothing but yourself. You're the reason I leave for days on end so I don't have to put up with your bullshit and your favourism by the family.
I'm sorry for not being what you all wanted me to be.
-Erin
I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry for not graduating when I was supposed to. I'm sorry for not having a job. I'm sorry for speaking, breathing and living. I'm sorry I can't be more like Robbie, who is, apparently, the perfect son in your eyes. The one who can do no wrong. Don't tell me any different when even my friends see how he is the favoured one. The one who never gets in trouble, the one who has two jobs and can't pay you off, yet can pay for beer. The one who helps out Grandma, but not around the house.
I'm sorry I anger you all so much. I'm sorry for being an apparent failure in your eyes.
I'm sorry, Mom, for asking for money, for being "lazy", for not doing housework and not being the perfect daughter you always wanted. I'm sorry, Dad, for making you have to tell me why you don't talk to me and me becoming distant from you as I grew older. I was once "Daddy's Girl", now I'm an annoyance. I'm sorry for asking for rides, from the both of you, all the time and I'm sorry for even speaking to you, Dad, when I anger you so much.
As for you Robbie, you... you can go fuck yourself. You seem to think you have a right to come home and ride my ass for doing nothing but sitting there innocently. You have no right to come home and assume I've sat on my ass all day. You're an asshole who cares about nothing but yourself. You're the reason I leave for days on end so I don't have to put up with your bullshit and your favourism by the family.
I'm sorry for not being what you all wanted me to be.
-Erin