Thursday, April 23, 2015. 9:31 p.m.
Dear, Mommy
I hate you so much. You're always smoking and you promised to stop years ago.And not only that but the smoke fills my room as it travels through the vents.You just hurt me so much, why do you make me feel so horrible?My chest and lungs hurt so bad right now,I bet you don't even know that I can barely even breathe when I'm around smoke, or how my chest seems to enclose, or how I just feel like having a panic-attack every time it reaches me...I fucking hate you.
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Dear,Mommy. Please Go
RandomDear, Mommy I have found no use for you in my life anymore.I may still be a kid.But I hate you.I can never love you again.Please just leave,or at least kill me...that's what it feels like your doing anyways...
