unopened letter to a world that never shall reply
Dear Father:
I know I'm making you spend a lot of money on things for prom. I know that my twenty-one dollar library fine was ridiculous. I know I'm annoying as fuck to you ninety percent of the time. I know that I'm on the computer a lot. I know that I'm a fucking awful student and that I make you ashamed. I know you're tired and have had a long day. I know my brother drives you up the wall and you deal with him and his homework every night. I know that you're upset with me over my idiocy. I know you like the computer just as much as I do. I know we're strapped for cash and having a teenage daughter makes that even worse. I know that college worries you as much as it worries me.
I know all that.
I'm very sorry.
Please stop hating me this week.
Love,
Me
I know I'm making you spend a lot of money on things for prom. I know that my twenty-one dollar library fine was ridiculous. I know I'm annoying as fuck to you ninety percent of the time. I know that I'm on the computer a lot. I know that I'm a fucking awful student and that I make you ashamed. I know you're tired and have had a long day. I know my brother drives you up the wall and you deal with him and his homework every night. I know that you're upset with me over my idiocy. I know you like the computer just as much as I do. I know we're strapped for cash and having a teenage daughter makes that even worse. I know that college worries you as much as it worries me.
I know all that.
I'm very sorry.
Please stop hating me this week.
Love,
Me