Fuck Yo Feelings

Dear Mom

you have to understand i’m a teenager . i need my own space to just sit , cry , sleep , laugh , and think all by myself . a living room isnt a bedroom . your bedroom isnt my room . it hurts me knowing you dont trust me when i go out , i hate how you think everyone i hang out with is gonna rape and kill me . SHUT THE FUCK UP and just listen to me for once . id like to be alone every once a while . id like to close a door to keep everyone from bothering me . there’s no one in this house i can really connect to and just talk to about teenager things . so why not myself ? living rooms dont have doors . i dont know if you know this but i spend most of my time int he bathroom . why ? because thats the only place i KNOW ill have privacy . i dont really understand how thats so hard for you to understand . id like for you not to judge me or what i do for once . you never try to understand me . and youre supposed to be my bestfriend ? right . if you were some random girl at school you better belive i wouldnt like you for shit . the names i call you , the way i yell at you , the things i say theyre all the feelings ive been bottling up because i cant talk to anyone . if i even try talking to you , you get mad and tell me to get out of your face . remember the time you called me a whore ? i do … never in my life did i think you were gna call me that . considering the fact that my older “brother” doesnt have the same dad as me and other brother do . all i ask you is to see things from my point of view for a change . feel what i feel and go through everyday . i go out because i get to be with people i can be myself around . i can listen to music i like listening to and play it as loud as i want to , i can talk to people and theyll actually listen , i can dress the way i like to and feel pretty . mom theres so little you know about me . so lets start shall we ?