Saturday, November 14, 2009

Irate

Dear Self-Victimizing Mother,

I had just as long of a day as you have; I did just as much work for just as long of a time. You even got to go out to eat afterwards. Meanwhile, I have an application for college due tomorrow, with half of one essay written and none of the second written. I don't have half the application itself filled out, so I apologize if I seem a little bit upset and stressed, considering it's been the only thing on my mind for about two weeks. I apologize if I snap at you for asking stupid questions or for responding quite calmly to your comments on my essay and then you freaking out at me for giving you "attitude". I apologize if you've made me cry myself to sleep four out of the past seven days. I apologize that Senior Class Play and Environmental Club alone have eaten up most of my free time, and that I haven't had time to fill out an application since last week. I apologize that I need an increase in medication because all of this stress and work has been keeping me up at night. I apologize that I'm such a horrible inconvenience to you.

Get off of your fucking pedestal. I never denied the fact that you have troubles of your own, but just FYI: So does fucking everyone else.

Love, Kara

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