Dear Mom,
I find today to be imperative, (do you like that word? I googled necessary synonyms so this could sound all cool. Now that I'm thinking about it you're probably really mad. Nevermind.) I've felt trapped where I am for longer than you'd ever expect, it's almost like since I was a child I knew I didn't belong here. I don't think I could've ever become what you expected of me, I mean, I have to google words to sound smart so obviously I wasn't getting into some top notch college that would get me a job that could support you when you got old and all wrinkly; it just wasn't gonna happen dude. Sorry, not dude, I meant mom. I know you hate when I call you dude but it's just a habit I haven't found the self control to break.
Maybe one day if I see you again I'll have found the characteristics and quirks you hated me will no longer be there, until then this is goodbye.
- Willow
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