Posted Saturday, July 10, 2010 //
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#119.I was thinking of doing the letters post in with the previous post, but I thought it would look a bit more organised and neat this way. Plus, this way I get to spam my followers' dash! Yay! Day 3. Parents. Dearest Mother, You realise that I love you. Right? You know that even though there are times when I don't do what you ask me, sigh or roll my eyes when you talk to me, it's because you're repeating yourself. You say talking to me is like talking to a wall, well I guess listening to you is a bit like rewatching a bad movie. Sorry, I can't be the most perfect daughter in the world, sorry I'll never measure up to my brother, sorry I can't always do what you say. You know what? I'm sorry in general for being such a shitty daughter. But in the end, you're still my mother, we're flesh and blood, and without your support and guidance, I would not have turned out to be the person I am today. Thanks for the past fourteen years of my life. It's really been something. Love, Tien. Hey, dad! The first thing I want to say to you right now, is sorry I haven't been to your place much lately, it's just, I have a lot going on, and mother is slowly trying to enforce me not going to your place at all. But don't take it the wrong way, it's not that I don't like spending time with you at your place, it's just that as of recent, she's always been around. Yeah, I know I've said that I don't mind her, I know I've said she's okay, but personally, I think she's a shit cook, she asks me too many questions about mum, and she's an ugly whore. But hey, whatever makes you happy, dad. I know I may have disappointed you a bit, but know that I will always be trying to succeed in your eyes, because to me, you are my biggest critic. Love, your little girl. Ps. I wear glasses, I have for the past year or so. Please don't kill me now that you've found out, I was born with it, you can't hold a birth defect against me!! Labels: 30 day letter challenge. |
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Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel. BACKTRACK
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