You don't own me.
The only reason you treat me the way you do is because you never got a chance to have husband or family of your own, and do you know why? Because you're an egotisical control freak who doesn't have time for anyone but yourself. You say I have bad skin? That my purple highlights are "unnatural"? I don't think you see yourself correctly, you are morbidly obese and you are what, nearly 60 years old with burnt orange hair? Burnt orange is not your natural hair color, "poopsie".
You say that I've got a lot of growing up to do, but I think that it is you who needs to look within yourself for a purpose...you have spent nearly half your life trying desperately to raise your sisters' children and they don't need or want your help. We've all turned out fine, and although I may be disrepectful at least I have one thing you don't and that is a backbone, my will to branch off on my own.
I love you even though you've treated me like shit my entire life, you've poked and humilated me throughout my childhood and now when I've finaly got my chance to escape our demented family you try sucking me back in?
I say that I love you because it would be wrong to hate a blood relative.
I say that I love you because even if you read this you won't remember it the next day.
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