It’s been a year since I first had the dark thoughts. I was
nine at that time. I’m ten now. I’m still a kid. You accept that. It’s a fact that you can’t
change. Why can’t anyone accept me? I didn’t choose to be like this! It’s not
my fault! Why is everybody blaming me? Ok, I know I will affect you. But I am
already trying my best! What else do you want? You could have chosen not to
have me come into this world. But since you let me, then you have to accept the
responsibility that no matter how I am, I am YOUR DAUGHTER. Not that kid on the
street. Not someone living next door. Not your friend’s cousin’s niece. You’ve
just gonna got to put up with me living under the same roof as you for the next
10 years until I’m old enough to get
out. OK? To please you I SHALL DIE FIRST! BEFORE THE 10 FKING YEARS! HAPPY NOW?
Sorry for the rant.
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Dude. This can't relate to me any more. I've been trying to tell people this ever since I'm old enough to understand.
