I'm a Horrible Daughter

[authorofnothing]

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. 

Comments

[anonymous]

growth is hard, harder than it really should be. Mistakes are made all the time, that is how we grow.Parents have just as much growing to do as kids do. always making mistakes, always learning. I think that parents expect kids to do things that aren't always what they want, they have been there, they know the changes and growth that are going on, and for the most part accept it. Not always on the outside, but somewhere inside they remember... they know. Kids however don't expect the parents to make mistakes, to grow and learn and change.

Hang in there Hope, there will come a day when you won't feel bad but just know that you did the best you could, and so did they.

[authorofnothing]

I hope so. I was just so mad at them and I just didn't want to come back home. Not with them here, anyway. Being at the house itself is hard, just because the bad memories outweight the good ones here.

Thanks. :D