I hate you peter.
I hate you for taking her to the bahamas for the "mother-daughter" trip and not me.
I hate you for blaming me for why our family's so fucked up.
I hate you for not believing in my dreams...the dreams that keep me going.
I hate you for thinking I'm a slut.
I hate you for breaking me down emotionally.
In reality, I truly do love you because you're family.
But there's times like these where I feel like I just might hate you.
And for that, I hate myself.
Love,
Your Daughter.
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