All we ever do is fight anymore. I can’t say/do anything without you yelling at me. I’m not allowed to have an opinion because everything you say goes. Even when you’re wrong. You have no idea who I really am anymore. I hardly like being at home. How come my little brother can make out with his girlfriend right next to our 7 year old sister but I can hardly hug my boyfriend around you? How come he gets away with saying/doing things that I would get yelled at for?
To: Mom
From: Your least favorite child
