Of family and betrayals;

Dear ______,

FUCK OFF.
What do you get from trying to control my life?
Do you think that it'll make me love you more? Well, you're wrong. What the fuck have i  ever done to you to make you try to stop me from feeling happy? I've done everything i could to please you. I got good grades to satisfy you. I enrolled extra tuition to make you see that i'm actually making an effort. I make the BIGGEST effort trying to look like i'm not fed up with you in my life.

Don't try molding me to become you.
I'm me.
Not you.

You said you respect my choices.
You said you would be okay with whatever i did.
SO WHY DON'T YOU STICK TO YOUR WORDS?
I'm making my own choice, i choose when to start and when to end.
You're not my god, and i can choose not to follow you.
I can only handle your bitchiness until a certain point. Once you exceed that point, my respect, love and everything for you just disappears.

You want me to be happy.
Yet i don't even see you try.
You fucking materialistic bitch.