by Tramone » Fri Aug 09, 2013 10:22 am
Dear _____,
You. You think my life is so great, like everything's perfect. One time I complained, and you said I always complain, how I always get my way. Trust me. You don't have an older brother, do you? Do you have to take care of your mom, stay at a poopy apartment, and just deal with it? Do you? No. I miss my old life, before my mom got sick, before my parents got divorced, before my brother started hating me. My life is NOT AT ALL close to perfect. I'm sorry, but what you think of me is wrong.
Your "friend"
Tramone
Dear Father,
I know, you make most of my moms money. But you don't have to rub it in my face. I partially doubt that you do, even though my mom is sick. She's writing a book for the university, and almost always is. You try to make it sound like she never gets paid. Like a contracting lawyer gets paid so much more. Please, just shut up.
Your annoyed daughter,
Tramone

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